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[Marco] This summer,
my grandfather taught me about cookies...

dirty sneakers...

- and my sister's teeth.
- [laughing]

That might seem silly to you...

but these things
are important.

They're what make life...

- [cork pops]
- [laughter]

...like paradiso.

[seagulls squawking]

[foghorn blows]

[traffic ambience]

[bell tolls]

[Theresa]
You're too old to live alone.

[Nonno] We're not even
through the funeral.

- [Anna] It is insulting enough...
- [Nonno] Leave your sister alone.

- [Theresa] Who's insulted?
- [Anna] Mom's insulted.

[Nonno]
I'm not moving to Arizona!

- Bagels taste like...
- Dad. Marco.

[Theresa]
You may love the desert.

[Nonno]
Who loves the desert?

What am I, a lizard, huh?

Where's your husband?

Ex-husband.

He had a conference.

Oh, now you talk
to us, Marcolino,

when we talk about your father?

[video game beeps]

You're raising a robot.

He's not a robot.

We are arriving
at our destination.

[Nonno grunts and snorts]

- [Nonno] Two hours late.
- [car door opens]

Church is three miles away.

Don't tip this moron.

[Anna sighs]

Mom, can I stay?
I'm almost at level 43.

We'll be back in
a half an hour. Kiss?

[Nonno]
No, you get off of that machine

and respect your grandmother.

[Anna] Dad, he does not
need to see death.

[Nonno]
This is life!

Give me that thing
before your fingers bleed.

- [Marco] Mom!
- [Anna] Dad.

My fingers are fine!

[Anna]
Jesus Christ!

[video game powering up]

[video game music plays]

- [Anna] Hey, Google. Stop.
- [dinging and chiming]

Dinner.

- Five?
- Two and table?

Deal.

Yes.

[typing]

Put it away.

But Dad texted me, and I can
never get him to do FaceTime,

so I have to text him back.

No iPad at the table.

What if we put him here,

so that way he can have
dinner with us,

just like in the city?

He was never really
a big eater.

[tablet chimes]

Eat.

[sighs and growls]

- [snarls]
- [chuckles]

[Anna, over tablet]
Two peas in a pod, these two.

He's like a carbon copy.

[typing]

[ticking]

My goal for the summer is to
finish my SAT prep prep class,

raise $1,000 for endangered
snow leopards.

They're so cute.

And grow my braids
three inches longer.

Thank you, Sara.

Marco, you're up.

[sigh]

Can I do mine from here?

It's public speaking.

From the front, please.

[sighs]

[clock ticking]

My goal for the summer is to get
to level 100 in "Atomic Rick."

- Impossible!
- No way!

I'm at level 45 already.

Your dad created the game.
It doesn't count, city boy!

It does, too, island boy!

You live here now,
so technically,

you're an island boy too.

Technically, Manhattan
is also an island.

New York is really
an urban archipelago.

Ladies, gentlemen,
let's let Marco finish, please.

My dad has me for a week
in August,

and he said that if I get
to level 100,

he'll fly out to New York
and take me to AppCon.

- AppCon?
- That's the biggest

video game convention
in the world!

Only 55 more levels to go.

[school bell rings]

Marco, I heard you were coming

to the JCC camp this summer.

Yeah, my mom won't
sign me up for coding camp,

so it's JCC for me.

It's not only
for Jewish people.

I know, Fred.
All walks of life.

We're going to Hershey,
Dorney, Luna, Seaside,

and Great Adventure
this summer.

So much mirth to be had.

- So many germs.
- And Broadway, too!

Ugh. So many songs.

- I'll bring my iPad.
- You can't. Camp's tech-free.

It's what?

Did you know that camp
is tech-free?

- I told you that.
- You definitely did not!

Please lower your voice.

[in deep voice]
You definitely did not.

[in normal voice]
Now I only have nights to play.

Put on your seat belt.

I want you to spend some time

getting to know your
new friends this summer.

They are not my friends.

They don't like me,
because I'm from Manhattan.

We're from here.
We lived in Manhattan.

You're from here.
I was born on...

On the Verrazano Bridge.

On the way home
from Sunday dinner.

Right after church
and baked ziti.

[chuckles]

How about Fred?

Mom, stop trying
to make Fred happen.

He only speaks in vocabulary
words, and it's weird.

[woman]
Anna, hi!

Hi, Helen.

- How are you, Fred?
- A bit enervated by the heat.

[whispering]
"Enervated." Define it.

[Helen] Remember our last day
of sixth grade?

I put on my red
"Baywatch" bathing suit

and we poured on
that baby oil.

At Cathy Kleinau's pool.

It was my first summer
with boobs.

- [laughs]
- [Fred] Hmm.

- Oh.
- [Helen] How you doing?

How's Dad?

Well, he hasn't burned
the house down yet.

[siren wailing]

[two-way radio squawking]

[indistinct chattering]

Mind your own business!
Go back in your house!

Oh, you always watch everybody.
Watch. Watch. Watch.

Lucia, the witness.

- I saved your life.
- She called 911.

Oh, big deal. Nove uno uno.

Oh, you enjoyed the show?

What? It's cheaper than cable.

God. What the heck
is going on?

[cameras clicking]

- Dad!
- Whoa.

Oh, my God!

Dad, what happened?

Eh, Gino and Walter come over.
I fry the peppers.

Then we watch Italy and Spain.

Italy's winning, and the peppers
burned down the kitchen.

Fires everywhere.

Thank you to God I saved the one
thing I cannot live without.

Mom's wedding ring?

Eh?

No. My bocce balls.

Best on the island six years
in a row with those balls.

The balls of a champion.

- Are you okay?
- [Marco] Aren't you upset?

You just burned
your house down.

A little fire in the kitchen.
Everybody's so dramatic.

[firefighter] You got no kitchen,
no bath, and no living room.

- You're lucky you're alive.
- Oh, my God.

Mom's house.

Bricks and sticks.

Your mother's not there.

She's here.

- Guess you're moving to Arizona.
- You watch your mouth.

I sleep with the bums
in Times Square

before I live
with your hippie aunt.

[Gary] Hey, Cheech,
you can come and stay with me and Donna.

I mean, she gets up at 6:00 a.m.
to do the treadmill,

but other than that,
it's really very peaceful.

No. He'll come live
with me and Marco.

- Huh?
- [Marco] What?

Where's he going to sleep?

[vacuum whirring]

[Marco groaning]

- [vacuum turned off]
- I need my own space.

Well, we don't have a big house.

I have things to do this summer.

You're going to camp in a week.

So? It's not sleep-away.

It'll be like a slumber party,
with a friend.

He's not my friend.

[Nonno]
You're right.

I'm your grandfather.

There's a difference.

It'll be fun.

This is not fun.

[Nonno]
Time for sleep.

[Marco]
Do you snore?

[Nonno]
I don't know.

I'm asleep when it happens.

[Marco]
I snore.

The doctor says that snoring

is caused by obesity,
alcohol use, or pregnancy.

- Are you pregnant?
- We're getting my nose checked.

I think I have
a deviated septum.

[Nonno speaking Italian]

What does that mean?

"Close your septum
and go to bed."

[sighs]

His whole mouth floats
in a cup at night, and fizzes.

It's... It's creepy.

Please, be patient with him.
The man is in mourning.

- Buongiorno!
- It doesn't sound like he's in mourning.

- You're up early.
- Early? Ha!

I won two bocce games already.
It's 9:00.

But your wife just... died.

Well, I'm still here.

No, it just seems
a little quick to be...

[Marco]
Rolling a ball in the grass?

It's not grass.
It's hard sand.

And don't make fun
of my game, Marcolino.

Did your father not tell you
to mind your own business?

Okay, I got to go to work.
Can't be late.

Wait, you're going to work?

I missed three days
for the funeral.

I'll try to come
home early, okay?

Kiss goodbye?

[whispering]
Don't leave me with him.

[whispering]
It'll be fun.

- It will not be fun.
- Where's your espresso pot?

The cups for the Keurig
are in the box.

And lunch is in the fridge.

Two hours of screen time, max.

No more than two hours.

- And if you leave the house...
- No nuts. I'm allergic.

What? I feed you peanut butter
since you was a baby.

He thinks he's allergic.

He's not. I had him tested.

But some of the kids at school
are, so he thinks he is too.

But I do want him
to eat healthy.

No dextrose,
sucrose, or fructose.

No dairy. Only soy.

- [Marco] I'm lactose-intolerant.
- [Anna] No meat.

- Oh, it's not Monday.
- We do meat-free Mondays.

- [Anna] Nothing carbonated.
- [Marco] It hurts my stomach.

- No wheat and no gluten.
- We're gluten-free.

- Bye, Mom.
- Bye, baby.

You're a science experiment.

I'll be on my Xbox.

Don't you want
to go outside?

- It's buggy.
- [video game chimes]

Mosquitoes carry West Nile.

Keep my sneakers clean.

Don't you want to play
with your friends?

Yeah, on here.

I have one in France,
one in Denmark,

four in Thailand,
and three in South Africa.

I'm international.

Like Pitbull.

Who?

You don't have
neighborhood friends,

kids you play with?

Ring the doorbell,

come outside in the street?

Play, go to the park?

Kickball, Wiffle ball,

stoopball?

"Hey, Marco.

Come inside for dinner.
It's getting late."

Why would we play
in the street?

I'll be in my room.

How you make the coffee?

Just ask Google.

Okay, Google,
how does he make coffee?

[Google Assistant]
Okay, I've got a recipe called...

- Who's that?
- ...coffee from 1912 Pike.

[theme music plays]

[buzzes]

[powering down]

What happened to the Wi-Fi?

[Nonno]
How you make this coffee?

[Marco gasps]

Oh, what did you do?

I was on a group raid.

If we won, I could've gotten
a legendary loot crate.

Do you know what could've been
inside of that crate?

A flame orb, or an atom orb,
or a lightning orb!

I would've been at level 100
before my birthday.

I would've been the
Duke of Digitown Eylandt

three weeks before AppCon!

Okay, take a deep breath,
please.

[sighs]
You gave him my bed.

You didn't even ask.

We can have a conversation
with Nonno

about space and privacy.

I don't want to have
a conversation.

I just want to go to AppCon.

So I will be in my fort.

And so will my router.

Okay.

[Nonno] They talk to a robot
in the kitchen...

and it talks back.

And Marco, the moth,

brushes the teeth
with a power tool.

There is this thing
called gluten.

You're lucky you're not alive
for the gluten.

I don't know what it is,
but they're so afraid of it.

Anna, she spends every night
watching a show

with dragons and naked people.

They drink milk from a soy.

What's the matter with a cow?

There's no cream soda
in the whole house, anywhere.

And I don't have my own TV.

Huh?

You're right.

I do have my own TV.

Oh!

Mwah.

[house alarm beeps]

You got a fort.

I got a fort.

Looks a bit more like
a fire hazard.

Well, I'm glad you decided
to move all your stuff in.

I can go there or here.

I have as many choices
as a light switch.

What is all this stuff?

"Stuff"? This is my legacy.

This is all I have left
to leave you.

[Marco]
Well, where are you going?

Well, you know, when...

it comes.

What is "it"?

Do you teach him nothing?

[Marco] Well, how did
your legacy get here?

I asked the boy Dominick
to help me move.

I give him a six-pack
of Peroni.

He's cheap.

Whoa, look at Nonna
in that swimsuit.

You see my bocce trophies?

They give you a trophy for
hanging out with your friends?

Life is nothing without friends.

[sighs]

I'll be in my fort.

[house alarm beeps]

And I'll be in mine!

[door closes]

[sighs]

Do you know your son
never leaves the house?

Every day, every minute,

he's talking to robots or glued
to the TV or, uh, that...

machine.

It's a tablet.

Well, he spends more time
with his tablet than Moses.

He was supposed
to start camp on Monday,

but then I talked
to Rich this morning

and he doesn't want
to pay for camp.

He wants Marco
to go to some video...

tech code camp this summer.

Ah, no codes.

No camp!

He needs to go out and play.

To scrape his knees,
to get dirt in his mouth,

to fight with his friends.

Break a window.
Steal a car!

Okay, well, this camp
will be outside.

[sighs]

How much is this camp?

- It's $4,000.
- $4,000?

I can buy two cars with $4,000.

I watch him for free, no charge.

And I teach him a few things.

No. It'll be way too much
work for you

to babysit him all summer.

Babysit? The kid is 15.

He's 11.

I fought for Mussolini
when I was 10.

[chuckles]

I'll babysit him.

Okay.

Babysit?
The man is 90 years old!

He's 76.

[sighs]
If I'm not going to camp,

then I'm just going to stay here
in my fort.

I just got to level 50.

I unlocked
the atomic hoverboard.

You don't even want
to go to camp.

I'll babysit him if I get
four hours of screen time.

Marco, I don't want you
on your iPad all summer.

But you said it helps develop
brain function

and decision-making skills.

At two hours a day, max.

Come on, Marco.
I need your help.

He can't be trusted alone.

Three hours
is as low as I'll go.

- Do we have a deal?
- Two and a half.

Two and three-quarters.

[scoffs]

You're as shrewd
as your father.

[Google] Right now,
in New York City,

it's mostly sunny,

with a high of 87
and a low of 74.

[laser guns firing
on video game]

[tablets chiming]

[birds tweeting]

[Nonno]
Get up. It's 7:00.

Your coffee's on the table.

It's time for bocce.

[Marco]
I don't drink coffee.

I'm not getting on this thing.

Mom would not
let me ride this.

Well, then, we both
have secrets from Mommy.

Get on.

And what's your secret?

It wouldn't be a secret
if I told you.

I'll get on if you tell me.

I don't do deals.

Well, I don't do motorcycles.

[gasps]
What are you doing?

Get on.

[sigh]

Oh, please, I'm the best player
in the tri-state area.

You don't even know what states
are in the tri-state area.

[horn honks]

[Gary] New York, New Jersey,
and the other one.

[Walter]
You're an idiot.

Cheech!

Come on, we just got started.

- Where are we?
- A park.

[snaps fingers]

Marcolino,
you remember the guys?

These are my friends, Gino,

- How you doing, kid?
- and Gary...

Ciao, Marcolino.

Walter...

and that's Larry, Sal, Pat,
and the guy over there.

How's your new roommate, kid?

He's holding me hostage.

- [laughs]
- And that's Gus.

[snoring]

I never met Gus.

He comes here to sleep.

He's in a pastrami-induced coma.

I guess I'll be with Gus.

[Nonno]
Okay.

He's friendly, huh?

Maybe he's out of battery.

- Did you plug him in last night?
- [scoffs]

My grandkids are like that too.

It's a whole generation
of zombies eating pizza bagels.

All right, all right,
are we going to play, or what?

- [insect buzzing]
- [snoring]

[snorts]

[snoring resumes]

Marco, you watch and you'll
learn something, okay?

Oldest game in the world,
right here.

[yawns]

First, I roll the pallina.

Then I try to get as close
as I can with my ball.

[laughs]
Yeah. He tries.

Oh, yeah. You the man.

- [Nonno] Short!
- [Larry] That's not short.

[snoring]

[insect buzzing]

[buzzing continuous]

What's wrong, Marcolino?

- [buzzing intensifies]
- I need my herbal bug spray!

That's the most running
he's done his whole life.

[loud buzzing]

Aah!

[buzzing stops]

No more bug.

[all laugh]

Shh.

[resumes snoring]

Marco.

Come here, I want you to see
my sister's teeth.

Are they in a glass?

Look at this.

We call this
"my sister's teeth,"

when three of the other team's
balls surround the pallino.

The little ball.

Why is it called
"my sister's teeth"?

Because his sister
had three ugly teeth,

all smashed together,
right in the front.

She was not a pretty woman.
But I married her.

- That's an impossible shot.
- Not happening.

You watch.

Okay, here we go.

Take notes.

[laughing]
Oh!

One point for closest ball,
plus two points for a kiss.

- [laughs]
- Score a kiss, you get a kiss!

Come here.
[smacks lips]

- I'm gonna kiss you!
- [Nonno] Oh, no!

[overlapping shouting]

- Mwah!
- [laughing]

Why do they call it a kiss?

Oh, when you get that close?

All you can do is kiss.

[chuckle]

Did Gary really marry
your sister?

I never had a sister.

Really?

We make things up.

[chuckles]

- [Anna] So you enjoyed yourself?
- Well, bocce was kind of boring.

Boring?

You take out my heart,
run over with your car?

I don't have a car.

Anyways, that's when the bug
chased me, but we killed it.

Gus killed it. Don't be a liar
like your father.

- Dad.
- My father's not a liar.

Marco, Nonno was just joking.

No, I wasn't.
It's not my opinion.

It's a fact.
The man is a liar.

Why are you always talking bad
about my dad?

Always? I say one thing.

You talk about him all the time,
and it's never good.

Marco, please lower your voice when
you're talking to your grandfather.

Why you say please?
Why you asking him?

You tell him. You the parent.
He's the kid.

That's it.
The deal's off.

I'm not babysitting him anymore.

Ha! You babysit me?

- I babysit you.
- No, I was babysitting you.

- Why? I'm 75.
- You're 76!

- I am?
- I wanted you to look out for one another.

[both]
No! You said to babysit him!

- Now, who's the liar?
- Don't call your mother a liar.

Don't tell me what to do.

You're all smiles at bocce,
but then you're vile at home.

Vile? That's a little much.

Marco, one more word,
and I'm taking your iPad away

- for two days.
- I have 37 more levels left!

- Dad gave me that iPad.
- That's it. No Xbox, either.

But he took me on a big,
red motorcycle

- with no seat belt.
- No, I didn't.

- You're a speed demon.
- You're a rat.

You're in violation of
about seven child safety codes.

Marco, do you want me
to cancel your birthday party?

- Go ahead!
- That's it!

No Xbox and no iPad
for three days!

Ugh!

I prefer gluten.

[door slams]

[grunts]

[sighs]

I don't want him on a Vespa.

Ugh, it was six blocks.

You used to ride with me
all the time when you was a kid,

all over Brooklyn.

Was he even wearing a helmet?

I give him your helmet to wear.

Okay, and no more talking
about Richie.

If Marco brings him up,
say nice things only.

I have no nice things
to say about him.

Okay, one.
He has good skin.

Like something in a magazine.

[Google] Currently in Staten
Island, it's 75 and cloudy.

[house alarm beeps]

Where did she put it?

Aw, Mommy take away
your pacifier?

Put on your pretty sneakers.

We're late for bocce.

Absolutely not.

Okay.

I guess I take my new
Moses tablet with me.

You have it?

Hm. I have
the ex-husband box, too.

What do you want?

Today, you play.

And I'll be less vile.

[Walter] You ever throw
a bocce ball, kid?

No. He only throws hissy fits
if you take away his robots.

[laughs]

It's a joke.

Laugh a little.

Hey, be careful, Marco!

Once you throw your first
bocce ball, you'll be hooked!

Women love a good
bocce toss, kid.

- [snoring]
- You may not care now,

but you will.

Do I throw it or roll it?

You roll.

It's not baseball.

Whoa.

Hey, Superman, relax.

He throws like this nun
I used to know.

So much power.

That ball's dead now.

Why?

Because you hit the back
of the court.

But don't I get like
an extra life or something?

What? You get one life.

Watch this.

[Larry]
Nice. Nice.

- Nice, Cheech.
- Wait, you can use the sides?

So it's not like bowling?

- Bowling?
- Bowling?

Bowling is for barflies,
soccer moms,

and people who like wearing
other people's shoes.

Skeevatz.

In bowling,
the pins stand still.

But in bocce,
the target can move.

[Marco]
So if the target can move,

you can score all the points
even on the last roll?

Bocce still boring?

[gasps]

[grunts]

A deal is a deal.

I thought you didn't make deals.

I make little ones.

Thanks.

- [door opens]
- [house alarm beeps]

[narrator] It's believed
that the Ancient Egyptians,

as early as 5,000 B.C.,

polished rocks and rolled them
to targets,

began to create the basic rules
of the game.

Bocce then made its way
to Greece around 600 B.C.,

the Greeks later
bringing it to Rome,

where people of all classes
played it.

Bocce's popularity then spread
throughout Europe.

In the 1500s,

Shakespeare referred to bocce
in several plays,

and European settlers brought
bocce to the New World.

George Washington built a court
at Mount Vernon in the 1780s,

but it was the flood of
Italian immigrants to America

in the early 20th century

that gave bocce its biggest
boost in the U.S.

To this day, the essence
of bocce remains the same:

get close to
the pallino, compete,

and enjoy time together
with family and friends.

[Anna] I can't believe
you gave him his iPad back.

I said three days.

Anna, today he forgot
all about his X-ray box.

I take him to bocce.
Now, he's asking me how to play.

I have to keep my word,
or he won't trust me.

Trust you?
He doesn't have to trust you.

You have to trust him.

You're his mother,
not his friend.

Anna Maria, what's wrong?

Bella Anna.

He's seeing somebody.

- Marco?
- Richie.

Eh, so?

He should date and find love.

And you should date
and find love.

Well, I'm not ready,
and you don't even like Richie.

Eh, even terrible humans
deserve love.

It's all over Facebook.

Ew! "Faccia-book."

[laughs]

And the whole world knows.

Why you not ready?

I'm not like you.
I mourn.

Hey.

I mourn.

And then, I live.

Oh!

I got a man for you!

What? Who?

Gino's son, Little Gino.

Ginolino.

You want me to go out
with a guy named Ginolino?

I don't think so.

See? That's your problem,
Anna Maria.

You think too much.

[laughs]

Come here. Mwah.

You smell like smoke.

Walter.

He never stops.

[music playing on iPad]

Yes!

Superman.

[Nonno]
You're just like your mother.

You think too much.

- You still throw too hard.
- But it's far away!

[Nonno]
Just toss.

That's not a toss.
That's a drop.

Hey, Cheech, you coming tonight
up to Casa?

The restaurant?

They got bocce courts.

We play there
on Thursday nights.

No, not tonight, my friend.

Marco and I have something
special to do for Anna.

We do?

Yeah.

You think you can
take one night

to do something
for someone else?

[Marco]
So this is the first iPad?

Yes. We had one machine
for movies,

one separate machine
for making phone calls,

and another one for typing,
another one for calculating,

and one for music.

How did you fit all that
in your pocket?

There we go.

Wow.

We're ready.

[no audio]

[Anna]
My God.

She's so beautiful.

[Nonno] Marcolino,
can you believe that's your grandmother?

Look at her.

She brings me life.

Nonno, what's your
favorite song?

Nonna and I had the same one.

"Home with You."

[woman] ♪ I don't know
What it is tonight ♪

[sighs]

♪ Maybe your smile
Maybe your eyes ♪

♪ But finally I feel home ♪

[Nonno]
You think I don't mourn her?

I miss her three times.
Each breath.

♪ All I know is that I believe ♪

Where did you meet Nonna?

[Nonno] The first time
I come here, Marcolino,

I fell in love with the smell.

Ciao, Cheech. Come stai?

Ciao, Margie.

This is my grandson, Marcolino.

- Aw.
- Hey, we going to have

five or six rainbow cookies.

We have an allergy-free version,
too, if you'd like.

No nuts, no wheat,
no artificial flavors,

no gluten, and soy paste.

Three of those ones
for me, please,

and three of the regular ones
for Nonno.

The real ones.

I never forget, Marco,

when I come to New York
from Bari,

I was so scared.

New city, new country,

a new life.

But on the third day,

I have a rainbow cookie.

And it was delizioso.

[chuckles]

And then I knew everything
was going to be okay.

Did Nonna used to work
at the bakery?

No. Why?

I thought you brought me here

because this is where
you guys met.

No.

I was hungry.

- [snorts]
- [laughs]

Now...

you take a little bite.

I can't.
My throat might close.

You have two EpiPens with you.

Here.

I'll try one of yours.

Hmm?

Mm.

Mm.

Yum.

Tastes just like...

What does that mean?

Cibo per I cani?

Means "heaven."

Tastes just like heaven.

Now...

- you try.
- I can't.

This girl last year at my school
had to be rushed to the hospital

because of level-four
diet sensitivities.

Let's go.

Now, if your throat closes or
you have the sensitivity dying,

we go right in.

[Marco]
Hmm.

Maybe we should go inside first.

Eat the cookie.

Ah, you see?

Life is delizioso.

You just have to bite it.

[both laugh]

Oh, look.

- What?
- The sky.

It didn't fall.

You ate a real cookie,
and the sky didn't fall.

[both laugh]

Thank you, Cheech.

You can only call me Cheech
on the bocce court.

[buzzing]

- [Gino] Where you been?
- Marco just had his first rainbow cookie.

And my throat is wide open!

Let's play some ball, gentlemen.

No more Marcolino.

- He's Marco now.
- [all] Yeah!

[man singing in Italian]

♪ Your voice has always
Called to me ♪

♪ I see you in my dreams ♪

[no audio]

[Larry]
Coffee's ready.

♪ Italiano, Italiano ♪

- Goo-goo. Goo-goo.
- Google. Google.

♪ Italiano ♪

Do something for me,
Goo-goo.

♪ Italiano, Italiano ♪

♪ Italiano, Italiano
Italiano, Italiano ♪

♪ Italiano, Italiano ♪

♪ Italiano, Italiano ♪

[singing in Italian]

- Okay, Google.
- Okay, Goo-goo.

♪ Italiano in your country ♪

♪ Italiano, Italiano ♪

♪ Italiano, Italiano
Italiano, Italiano ♪

♪ Italiano, Italiano... ♪

[types]

[sighs]

[indistinct chattering]

[Marco]
Ah?

You're trying too hard.

Just let it be.

Go one more time.

Oh.

What are you doing?

Take a deep breath
and clear your brain.

Young people now have too much
happening in front of them.

Now, breathe.

[Nonno inhaling deeply]

How you feel?

Nauseous.

This thing smells
like cigarettes.

- Do you smoke?
- No. Stop talking.

Bocce's like life.

It's not about thinking.

You have to feel it.

Feel the ball.

I...

I feel the ball.

No. You're touching it.

You have to feel it.

Feel...

how solid.

Feel how smooth.

Feel how heavy.

Now, look at the pallina.

The object of bocce
is to get close.

So get close.

[Marco gasps]

Yes!

- Yes! You did it!
- I did it, I did it!

- [laughs]
- I did it, I did it, I did it!

I did it! I did it!

- Whoa!
- [both laugh]

I did it! I got a kiss!

I did it!

Get up!

It's my birthday!

[in Italian accent]
Your coffee's on the table.

[indistinct chattering]

What is that?

[Gino]
That's a real cake.

We heard about you.

Me and gluten?
We go way back.

- Hmm.
- [laughs] Oh, my God.

- So glad we came.
- Me too.

You know, he hasn't made
that many friends, and...

I wanted him to have
one friend here

who isn't collecting
Social Security.

[chuckles]
Wise guy.

Larry, we're going
to have cake now.

We're having a man-to-man
conversation.

So, you got a girlfriend, kid?

I'm 11.

I was married at 11.

Divorced at 12.

[pops lips]

[Anna]
Time for cake.

[Gary]
Oh, look at that cake.

[Gino] My diabetes
can take the day off.

[gasps]

Oh.

Get up.

[grunts]

[all]
♪ Buon compleanno a te ♪

♪ Buon compleanno a te ♪

♪ Buon compleanno a Marco ♪

♪ Buon compleanno a te ♪

- [blows]
- [all cheer]

Okay.

- Here we go.
- This is for you, Marco.

From the guys.

[gasps]

My own set?

- [all laugh]
- We all chipped in.

- Hey, you still owe me money.
- All right.

Remember, it's not just a game.

It's a continuous line of men
and women who came before you.

And I'm a part of that line,
and I must extend it forward.

- Grazie, Nonno.
- [laughs] Prego, Marco!

- Two points.
- [all] Two points!

[man]
Hello? Marco?

- Who's that?
- [Marco] Dad?

- [Anna] Oh, Jesus.
- Smooth Skin is here.

- [Richie] Hey, buddy!
- You came!

[laughs]
Yeah.

[grunts]
You invited me.

But you came!

I have to be in Atlanta,

so I thought I'd fly
through New York.

[gasps]
Is this for me?

That depends.

- What level are you at?
- Level 89.

I fell a little behind
this last week,

but I'll be at level 100
by AppCon for sure.

Okay, well,
this should help.

Plus, I got us VIP passes,
so you can get in anywhere.

But you got to get
to level 100.

[Marco gasps]

Oh, my God. Mom, look!

It's the new Eyebridge!

The VR/AR headset?
That just came out.

It's a highly coveted
new piece of tech.

Wow.

Whoa.

Marco, did you know
your dad is Atomic Rick?

We're actually beta testing Rick
for the Eyebridge.

You'll have to try it out
for me.

- Seriously?
- I got to open this.

Come on, Fred.

Hey! What about your bocce set?

This is nice.

Big birthday parties
on Staten Island.

What you always wanted.

You know, just once,

I wish you could
give the kid something

without dangling a carrot
in his face.

You keep him
on this hamster wheel.

He has to learn
to work for things.

What are you doing here, Rich?

[Richie]
I'm sorry about your mother.

Yeah, well, you missed
the funeral by, like, six weeks.

I'm here now, am I not?

I don't want
to miss these moments.

- How often does he turn 13?
- He's 12.

- Right.
- I know you saw that big picture of him holding

a "12" balloon on Facebook,
because you're on Facebook,

and so is your
new girlfriend apparently.

- Annie...
- Don't call me Annie.

We should talk
somewhere in private.

You know,
Marco's on Facebook.

- No, he's not.
- Well, I'm on it,

and he's standing next to me
sometimes when I'm on it,

and he sees things,
because he's 12.

He understands the world.

He's not not going to understand
that you're very publicly

dating one of
the Real Housewives of Brazil.

She's an executive at Amazon.

I don't care if she's
Mark-Zucking-Zuckerberg.

- Who?
- [man clears throat]

Hey, hey, everybody.
Hello. How you doing?

[Anna]
Ugh. What now?

I'm Gino. Little Gino.
Are you Anna?

Gino Stravecchio?

Anna Amici?

We were in fifth grade together
back in Brooklyn.

I'm sorry,
what are you doing here?

He's here for you.

Why?

This is Ginolino.

I thought you might like him.
He has a very good job.

- Yeah, he's got his own condo.
- Pop.

And his own car.
Never leases.

Are you guys kidding me
right now?

No, he's got
a real nice condo.

Is this not a good time?

[Larry] No, stay.
It's just getting good.

[Marco]
Dad, can you help us?

Love to, buddy.

Uh... I didn't know if I should
bring flowers or fruit,

so I brought both.

Oh, my God.
I am Atomic Rick!

I'm actually blasting
the blasterbots.

Marco, can I try?

Not yet.

I'm in the Moat of Many
Mangled Men.

They are mangled!

- [panting]
- He didn't even say goodbye to his friends.

My friends.

I work so hard with him,

and his father come along
with his plastic

and his wires
and his no pores.

Oh, I find my hat
on the couch, crushed.

It's a betrayal, Anna.

I'm Giulio Cesare
with daggers in my back.

[panting]

Anna!

Why you no listen to me?

[treadmill powering down]

[breathing heavily]

He's getting married.

Marco?

Richie.

[panting]

Oh, oh. My baby.

Mwah.

The day I met him,
I knew it wouldn't work.

But I wanted it to work.

I wanted it to work.

[whispers]
Come.

[sweeping music playing
over radio]

[woman on radio] ♪ I don't know
What it is tonight ♪

♪ Maybe your smile
Maybe your eyes ♪

♪ But finally
I feel home with you ♪

♪ And I don't know
If I sound naive ♪

♪ All I know is that
I believe ♪

♪ That finally
I feel home with you ♪

[Nonno snoring]

[video game music playing]

[Google] Good morning, sunshine.

Today, it'll be mostly sunny,

with a high of 87
and a low of 74.

It is 10:52 a.m.

[snores]

[video game music playing
continuous]

[Walter]
Hey, give me my TV antenna.

It is 1:51 p.m.

It is 2:28 p.m.

It is 3:27 p.m.

It is 5:24 p.m.

- Hey!
- You're not going to waste your summer like this.

This is my legacy?
A boy in binoculars?

You look like
a drunk astronaut!

- Wait, wait, what are you doing?
- Saving the world.

- Wait, Nonno, stop.
- You didn't even say goodbye to my friends yesterday.

- Do you have no feelings?
- Nonno, please!

[gasps]
No, don't touch that!

That's our Assistant!

You're too young
for a secretary.

What? Nonno, please.
No, you don't understand.

I just need to beat
the game first.

- AppCon's in two weeks.
- It's summer.

The sun is shining.
It's golden. It's beaming.

Do you know what a blessing it
is you get to see the sun shine?

Eskimos go for weeks
without sunlight.

- I'm not an...
- Those kids live inside ice.

They're Popsicles.

I'm calling my dad!

You have a cell phone?

It's for emergencies.

- No!
- This is an emergency.

- Give it back! Nonno, please!
- No!

- I need it back! Please!
- Uh-uh!

[Marco]
Nonno!

Wait, Nonno,
give me the key.

- Give me the key, Nonno.
- You want the key?

- No! Yes!
- I make a deal.

You love a good deal, no?

Sit.

Sit down.

Ugh!

I bought you a new
set of bocce balls.

Use them.

I give you all this junk back

if your team beats my team
in bocce.

But if I win...

you spend the rest
of your summer

with no electric toys.

What am I, Amish?

You need a team.

But I don't...

I don't have a team.

You better get one.

Who? Gino? Gary? Larry?

No. Those are my friends.

You need to get
your own friends.

Why are you doing this to me?

Why are you torturing me?

Why can't you just
leave me alone

and let me do
what I want to do?

[in Italian accent]
You love life so much...

[in normal voice] ...and you've been
ruining mine since the day you moved in!

You're just a sad,
annoying, old man,

and I hate you.

I'm late for bocce.

I'll be back in two hours
to feed and water you.

- He took all my stuff.
- There's nothing I can do about it.

- Work it out with him.
- But you're his landlord!

- I'm his daughter.
- He stole all my things!

He's a thief.

I also heard
he took your phone.

I told you you couldn't have
a cell phone until you were 13.

So where did my 12-year-old son
get a cell phone from?

I got it in the mail.

From whom?
Last time I checked,

Apple doesn't just send phones
to people in the mail.

I want the truth.

Dad sent it to me.

When?

When you took my iPad away.

I took the iPad away
for all of a day.

How did you even text him
without an iPad?

I made a phone call.

You picked up the phone?

It was very strange.

Marco, you went behind my back.

We don't do that.

I need all my stuff back.

Too bad. Figure it out.

Do what I did when I was a kid:
go play hopscotch.

What is hopscotch?!

[doorbell rings]

Marco, what are
you doing here?

You have an Xbox, right?

Yeah, but it's No-Tech Tuesdays.

But we have Scrabble.

What's that?

[Fred]
How's the Eyebridge?

My grandfather took it away.

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

He said that I don't
have feelings,

but I do have feelings.
I'm not a robot.

Who said you were a robot?

My aunt, the hippie.

They think we don't
hear anything,

- but we hear everything.
- I know.

My parents fight
all the time.

I hear every word,

and I know what
all the words mean.

[laughs]

- Do you think that we could...?
- Be friends?

Sure, we could be friends.

[Helen]
Fred!

I have to go to the JCC.

Tonight's youth group.

Want to come?

I have lots of friends there.

Do your friends
want to join a bocce team?

[both]
Where have you been?

- At the JCC.
- Why?

Because I've got a team.
You're on.

- [sighs]
- Hmm.

Training begins today,
my friends.

We're not your friends.

For every hour we play with you,

we get an hour on your headset
when you get it back.

Epstein gets double because he's
the under-12 bowling champion.

I'm going to crush it.

A deal is a deal.

Today, we will learn
the rules and the ropes

of the world's oldest game.

Now, our opposition
will arrive at the bocce court

with decades upon decades
of experience on their side.

If you want the VR headset,

we need to cram years of work
into about a week.

That does not seem possible.

I have to be home by 8:00.

- The building closes at 7:00.
- It's a security protocol.

You must remember that this
is not just a game.

This is a continuous line of men
and women who come before us,

and we're a part of that line,

and we must extend it forward.

I'm expecting all of you
to bring forth focus...

intensity...

and hard work.

Are you guys listening?

Yes. You're yelling.

This guy is so loud.

[rock music playing]

Anna? Where's Marco?

Out with his friends.

[laughs]

I did that.

[team clapping]

- I was, like, whoosh.
- I was, like, whoosh.

[beeping]

[man, on radio] Good morning,
everyone out there.

Looks like it's going to be
a beautiful summer day.

Temperature's coming in right
around 78, so not too hot,

but watch out and put on
some sunscreen out there.

Time for a quick traffic report.
Looks like...

- [door opens]
- [house alarm beeps]

Nonno!

[gasps]
Who's there?

Get up. Put your teeth in.

Get ready to get your
20th-century butt kicked.

Oh, look who it is.

Mr. Eat Your Own Cake Alone,

I'm Not Even Gonna Say Goodbye
At My Own Birthday Party.

Animale.

Who are these kids?

This my bocce team.

These are my friends.

- [Sara] Yeah, we are.
- Mm-hmm.

You could bring 2,000 people.

That don't make them
your friends.

Takes years to make friends.

- They're mercenaries.
- How much did he pay you?

You got a lot of different, uh,
types in your crew.

Diversity. Not new.

That's how our generation rolls.

Our strength is in
our interconnected

yet disparate networks.

Huh?

We're his friends, Pops.

Let's bury them.

Yeah.

You want to practice?

We can go smoke
and eat bagels.

We don't need practice.

This is our house now.

Our house.

This is Epstein's house now.

[chuckles]

You smoke?

Secret's out.

[mimics explosive sound]

[coughs]

You're going down.
You and your black lungs.

And then I want my Eyebridge.

I'm sorry.

What?

[Marco gasps]

Oh, it's on.

[Walter whistles]

Two teams of four to start.

We play to 12.

Best of three.

Team Cheech, green.

Team Marco, red.

[Gary]
All right, let's flip for it!

[Marco]
Let's go!

- Call it.
- Tails.

- Heads.
- [Fred] Aw, man.

These kids are funny.

[Walter]
You got this, Cheech.

[Larry]
All right, all right. Good shot.

Good.

Nice.

[Fred]
Come on, Marco.

- [Marco sighs]
- [David] It's okay.

We have three more balls.

Do you really think
you're going to beat us?

[Adam]
Epstein, come on.

[Larry] This kid shoots
like a rocket ship.

[Nonno]
Two points for us.

[Larry]
Come on, Cheech.

- [Nonno] Ha-ha!
- [Larry] Yeah!

- That's how it's done.
- [Walter] Nice!

[Marco]
Round one to the dinosaurs.

[Larry]
That's what I'm talking about.

Ugh!

[Gary]
Anybody know how to use an Xbox?

'Cause they ain't
getting it back!

[David] Okay, okay.
Don't let it go to your head.

[Gary laughs]

- [Marco] You got this, May.
- [David] You can do it.

Ugh.

[groans]

[Marco]
Come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on.

Ugh!

- Seven?
- [Epstein] How'd they get seven already?

[Adam] We're never getting
that headset back.

[kids]
Epstein!

They're crushing us.

Epstein, you're rolling it
too hard.

There's no pins down there,

so there's nothing
to knock down.

Can you roll it softer?
Still focused, but softer.

Remember that time
when we went bumper-bowling

for Sara's birthday party?

Yeah.

But you hit a strike,

but you hit it off
the side first, like a pinball.

Just do that.

You're right.

The ball is still in play if you
hit it off the sides first.

[Larry]
Let's go. Cut the chit-chat.

[Epstein]
Don't worry. I got this.

[David, chanting]
Epstein. Epstein. Epstein.

[Sara] You got this, Epstein.
You can do it.

[Marco]
Yeah, Epstein!

- [all] Yes!
- Whoo!

[Adam]
Awesome.

See? I told you
this was Epstein's house.

[Fred]
We're catching up, Pops.

[Nonno]
No way.

- [Gary] Look at that.
- [all] Yes!

- Eh...
- Ah.

[kids]
Yes!

[Larry]
Come on, Sal. Close it out.

[Nonno]
Ha! My sister's teeth.

[kids]
Oh, no.

[Gary] You remember
my sister's teeth, kid?

Ha-ha!

[Adam]
Yeah, Marco!

- You got this!
- [Fred] Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

- Yes!
- Whoo!

- We're going to win! Yeah!
- Go, Marco!

Never going to happen, kid.

You're never going
to make that shot.

Go back to your fort.

[David]
Focus, Marco. Focus.

[gasps]

- [Sara] What are you doing?
- [Gary] Come on. Let's go.

[Epstein]
Quiet. Everyone, quiet.

[Nonno] Take a deep breath
and clear your brain.

Now, breathe.

[Marco breathing deeply]

[Gino] Cheech, buddy,
what's the matter?

Hey, get him some water.
Watch it.

- Don't let him hit his head.
- [Gary] Whoa, he's falling.

[Gino]
Cheech!

[voices] Call 911! Cheech!
Somebody call an ambulance!

- Hey, get him some water.
- Somebody call it in. Cheech.

Cheech!

[ambulance siren wailing]

[panicked chattering]

[Anna]
Marco!

Marco.

I thought you'd want to bring some
clean ones for him in the morning.

Thank you.

[Anna] Theresa, I don't care
what you're doing.

This is not just
my responsibility.

[Theresa, over phone] I was just
there for the funeral.

[Anna] He is in the hospital.
I cannot do this alone.

[Theresa] I can't get on a plane
every time there's something wrong.

[whirring]

[beeps]

I'm your Google Assistant.

I can help you find answers,
get things done, and have fun.

[messages chiming]

[gunfire over video game]

- [power tools whirring]
- [rock music playing]

[knock on door]

Veggie patty?

Marco, you have been
in your room for two days.

I have to go to the hospital
and you need to eat.

[Marco]
I'm not hungry.

Marco, we don't lock doors
in this house.

Open it now.

[rock music continuous]

[doorbell rings]

[knocking at door]

It's Fred, Sara, and David.

And Adam.

[Marco]
What do you want?

We're here for moral support.

Moral what?

We're your friends.

I don't need friends.

Now, go away.

But everyone's asking for you.

[Marco]
I said, go away!

Fine! But you still owe us
87.5 hours.

This isn't over!

- [knock on door]
- What do you want?

- It's Gino.
- And Larry.

- And Gary.
- [Marco] Go away!

Hey, we're going
to the hospital.

- You want to come?
- [Marco] No!

And we brought you something.

I don't care what you brought!

I don't want a veggie patty,
I don't want moral support,

and I don't want to go
to the hospital!

I just want to stay here
in my room!

Ah, let's go.

I mean, free parking ends
in an hour.

[artillery fire over video game]

[rock music resumes]

[video game powers down]

[cries softly]

Why does everyone leave me, Mom?

[whispering]
Oh, sweetheart.

Loving people's not good.

It hurts when they leave.

No, Marco.

It hurts when they leave

because loving people is so,
so good.

I told him that I hated him.

Do you?

No.

He's my friend.

Friends are the key to life,
my love.

They're whom we live for.

Sometimes they can just
destroy us.

But sometimes...

they can bring us back to life.

[doorbell rings]

Hey, Marco.

Fred, you have a guest.

[Adam]
Well, well, well.

Looks like you came
to your senses.

I just came to keep my promise.

You have can have this back
in 87.5 hours.

Keep it.

I don't want it back.

But I need your help.

Now you want our help?

[sighs]

I just wanted to say
that I'm sorry.

I was wrong.

I do need friends.

Friends are the key to life and,
you, Frederick?

You're my friend.

You came to me
in my darkest hour,

and I slammed my door
in your face.

You didn't even open it.

I would've slammed it.

It was locked!

Well, if it wasn't locked,

I would've opened it
and slammed it.

I would've unlocked the door
and slammed it in your face.

I let you win at Scrabble.

[Marco]
Can you forgive me?

Yes.

Even though you've been
a [bleep] to me all year.

Thanks.

Oh! Mm.

You're saturated.

Stop using big words.
That's my thing.

[all chuckle]

Can you guys all come over
to my house?

[Fred]
For what?

Marco, are you coming
to the hospital?

- [Marco] Coming down.
- [Adam] Be right there.

[Fred]
We're almost done.

[vehicle approaches]

[engine turns off]

Buddy, I've been texting you.
AppCon starts at 2:00.

I'm sorry.
I have a previous commitment.

What do you mean?

You've been
waiting all summer for this.

Rich, my father's
in the hospital.

The tickets
were expensive, Anna.

Did you hear
what she just said?

Marco, don't talk
to your father like that.

- Why not?
- Because he's your father.

You texted me her picture.

You said that she was
just your friend.

You texted him her picture?

I wanted to ease you into it
so it wasn't such a shock.

- You lied!
- I'm not a liar.

[Marco] You said you were going to L.A.
for work,

that you'd be back in a week.

That was two years ago.

I never stopped texting you.

I have to go.

My friend is sick.

My dad's really not
doing well.

How's he doing?

[Gino]
He's been asking for Marco.

[monitors beeping]

[snoring]

Ciao, Nonno.

Oh.

Ciao, Marco.

Bocce prince of Staten Island.

[sighs]

[whispering]
Who won the game?

You did, Nonno.

[chuckles]

I brought you your hat.

I want you to keep it, Marco.

It's safe with you,
my friend.

I thought I was your grandson,
not your friend.

God made you my grandson.

Bocce made you my friend.

Mm.

[Marco]
Is this it?

"It"?

When you leave your legacy.

[sobbing]

When you go to...

[chuckling]

That's not what
that means, Marco.

Heaven, in Italian,

is "paradiso."

I like that word.

Paradiso?

We made you something.

Who, "we"?

[Marco]
Me and my friends.

Oh.

I don't want to be a robot.

You're going to be okay.

[Nonno sighs]

What is this?

You said Nonna gives you life.

[remote beeps]

[sweeping music plays]

♪ I don't know
What it is tonight ♪

♪ Maybe your smile
Maybe your eyes ♪

♪ But finally
I feel home ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ And I don't know
If I sound naive ♪

♪ All I know
Is that I believe ♪

♪ That finally I feel home ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ I may never find ♪

♪ All the answers ♪

♪ I may never have ♪

♪ A clue ♪

♪ And I don't know
What tomorrow brings ♪

♪ Maybe a kiss ♪

♪ Maybe a ring ♪

♪ But finally I feel home ♪

♪ With you ♪

[bell tolls distantly]

This summer, my Nonno taught me
about cookies,

dirty sneakers,

and my sister's teeth.

That might seem silly to you,

but these things are important.

They're what make life
like paradiso.

Nonno taught me
that there's more to life

than just what's on the screen,

that life is happening
all around us,

and we just have to get up
and live it.

I think he knew that we wouldn't
ever really be without our iPads

or cell phones or video games...

but he tried to show me
that there are great traditions

that we need to carry on.

And this is one of them.

[all cheer]

Today, we play
in honor of Cheech!

[cheers and applause]

Ladies and gentlemen,
Cheech's grandson Marco.

[all cheer]

Okay, are we ready?

- Let's do this.
- We're ready.

We're gonna crush it!

There are teams
from all over the island.

Right, but there's only one
that we really need to beat.

[Gino]
Couple of guys to shoot,

couple of guys to point.

That's the name of the game.

[indistinct chattering]

[Larry]
Oh, yeah?

- [Gary] Here they come.
- Gentlemen...

I just want to say thank you
for everything

you've done for me
and my family.

We love you.

Nonno's looking down
on us today.

It's going to be such a shame
when he watches you guys lose.

[all]
Oh!

- You're going down!
- You're not too big

to get knocked down a peg,
little boy.

We are going
to wipe the floor

with your sorry
middle-school asses.

[all laugh]

[no audio]

[announcer] All right,
let's have some fun out there today.

[cheers and applause]

[all cheering]

We love you, Frederick!

[all cheer]

[cheering and applause]

I'm taking two now.

[laughing]

- Hi.
- Hi.

[cheers and applause]

[crowd cheers]

[theme music playing]

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[sweeping music playing]

♪ I don't know
What it is tonight ♪

♪ Maybe your smile
Maybe your eyes ♪

♪ But finally I feel home ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ And I don't know
If I sound naive ♪

♪ All I know
Is that I believe ♪

♪ That finally I feel home ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ I may never find ♪

♪ All the answers ♪

♪ I may never have ♪

♪ A clue ♪

♪ And I don't know
What tomorrow brings ♪

♪ Maybe a kiss
Maybe a ring ♪

♪ But finally I feel home ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ And I don't know
What tomorrow brings ♪

♪ But I can hear
The wedding bells ring ♪

♪ And finally I feel home ♪

♪ I finally feel at home ♪

♪ I finally found a home ♪

♪ With you! ♪