All language subtitles for Gli Sfiorati

Yes?

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

I told you last night
was a lucky night.

- And you just went home.
- So?

I finally laid
the legendary Beatrice Plana.

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

The one for private negotlations.

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

She's hot, but a bit nutty

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

Understand?

- Hello. Mète?
- Yes.

I have to wait till she gets back.

See you later, at the villa.

Understand?

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

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

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

Sure. But how do you know?

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

and to encourage them

to fulfil their dreams.

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

I do.

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

I do.

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

Hooray for the happy couple!

Mète, come here!

A bonsai, how sweet!

Thanks!

Thanks for the surprise.

Give me a kiss.

DRIFTERS

I told you
Virna's place is a stopgap.

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

You're nuts, where would you go?

You can stay there
as long as you want.

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

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

- Who?
- Who...

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

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

- More water and the usual wine?
- Fine.

Mète,

can we put the past
behind us or not?

No.

Where are you going?

Mète!

Dear God, it's been ages!

Mr. Alfonso...

- How are you?
- How are you?

I heard about your mother,
belated condolences.

I hadn't seen her for years.

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

- Do they come here often?
- Every Sunday.

What did your mother used to say?

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

She never trusted my judgement.
Remember?

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

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

"The signatures are quite rounded,

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

Pen pressure is quite pronounced.

Both signatures
feature the full name."

What do you think?

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

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

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

Why did you bring it up?

He has difficulty holding the pen,

he's suffered from arthritis
for many years.

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

his handwriting was rounded,
deliberate.

See how readable his jottings are?

So?

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

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

Attorney, let's not try to be clever.

No, arthritis is evident
before and after.

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

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

Maybe he'd just got home

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

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

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

- Who's there?
- Mète, good morning.

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

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

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

No, this isn't fair...

The defence is too far forward.

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

- Mète, how are you?
- Pissed off.

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

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

- Just for a few days.
- What?

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

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

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

Plus... maybe you can talk to her.

- What about?
- Talk to her.

She's depressed.
She caused trouble at school.

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

I want to be frank with you.

They said she smokes joints.

Spare me the soap opera.

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

- Everything okay?
- Fine.

He thanks you
for the sauces and the eggplants.

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

No way...

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

Forget it.

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

But it's negotiable.

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

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

- It can be arranged.
- Thank goodness.

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

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

But you know how long
eviction for rent evasion takes?

12 months!
All at the expense of a stranger.

Everyone does it.

Isn't that right, Mète?

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

Exactly.

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

and you always say:
"Everyone does it."

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

"Double park, everyone does it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's my fault for working
in an agency

that only handles
high-standard apartments?

Top-level apartments.

Top-level?
Listen to yourself.

Mushroom salad
and chicken for Damiano.

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

- What floor?
- High up.

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

But a room for Carlotta
can be arranged.

Hi, mom. How are you?

I'm fine.

I'm at a work dinner.

- Know how much we earn?
- Not enough.

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

Don't be an asshole.

I can't make it on Sunday...

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

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

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

- A goldmine!
- People in debt, cool!

Come off it!

The client asked us to go on Sunday.

Maybe Francesca can come
with Carlotta.

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

Goodnight, mom.

I don't have the heart to tell her.

Your mom doesn't know
Francesca left you?

- They left each other.
- Same thing.

It's different.

She'd been seeing
another guy for ages.

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

I'm okay.

Take it easy.

Mète!

Are you here?

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

I thought you were still sleeping.

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

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

Bye.

- At the bar?
- Change of plan.

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

You haven't been out for ages.

You're coming, right?

Wow, it's packed.

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

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

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

Don't leave me with Damiano.

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

God!

Look who's here.
She drives me crazy!

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

Don't you realize
that's Beatrice Plana?

God, she's so hot!

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

No such luck!

Well?

Bruno, are you coming?

Nice. Unusual.

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

- Who's he?
- Dunno.

How old do you think she is?

Over thirty.

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

Where's he going?

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

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

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

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

You look single,
guys get the wrong idea.

You?

Cheers!

Coming?

I can't dance!

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

What's up?

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

- Got problems?
- No.

What a lousy car!

- Look.
- What is it?

- A phone number.
- Whose?

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

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

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

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

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

- That brunette?
- Yes.

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

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

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

Haven't you got a home to go to?

Too dangerous...

Nice, isn't it?

Miss Virna wants everything white.

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

These are for you.

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

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

He's never up this early.

A sauna's always a great idea.

Well?

- How about a chat?
- What about?

You're still mad at me.

It hasn't been easy for me.

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

When you came along,

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

It couldn't.

Mète, I'm marrying the woman I love.

I'm happy.

It's unusual.

I hope you find someone to love

and that you're loved madly too.

Sorry.

Where are you going?

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

And now for the best feature,
this splendid panorama.

Make yourselves at home.

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

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

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

Hello, Mr. Borromeo!

Here already?

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

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

Look around if you want.

But these people have precedence.

Obviously,
you'll have to think it over,

but a lot of people
have their eye on it.

The doubt remains
and gnaws away at them.

They'll think there's no problem:

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

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

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

Tonight, this penthouse
will bewitch Giulia Montini,

an old schoolmate I found on Facebook.

You remembered her?

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

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

I thought
we were going out tonight.

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

Or unit C.
Did we have units at school?

What do you do
before a game of Risk?

You organize your tanks,

find your target, aim for it.

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

You're setting a trap.

Questions are useless
once a certain line is crossed.

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

- Want some advice?
- Yes.

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

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

What are you doing here?

- Looking at those cheques.
- Petruccioli's?

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

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

What's got into you?

Why?

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

looking at paperwork
we have three weeks to study.

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

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

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

Graphology isn't a work
of imagination.

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

I've almost managed it.

In one line they use
several handwriting traits,

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

As if a new thought
or even a noise was enough

to change an entire personality.

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

It's impossible to find
consistency in their handwriting.

Who are "they"?

I call them "drifters".

People who always seem distant,

inattentive.

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

"Do they love me?"

"Have they understood?"

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

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

No, they're not superficial at all.

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

It's another world.

Drifters can experience
wonderful or terrible things,

things that others don't even notice.

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

which becomes animated, variable.

They're a new,
unforeseen category.

That's my scientific hypothesis:

An indefiniteness
that defies classification,

that will rob
graphology of its purpose.

Your mom would have loved
this theory.

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

Or we could end up as drifters too.

My other hypothesis is that
this is becoming more widespread.

Your other hypothesis
is bullshit.

Maybe you're right about that.

Come on, we're tired.

How about going out tonight?

No, I've got Carlotta this evening.

Beat it!

Okay, sorry.

Belinda, what's up?

What?

Okay, I'll be right there.

What are you doing?

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

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

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

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

Wedding preparations
are a real drag.

Come on, let's get some rags.

Hello, Mète.

How are you?

You're looking well, you know?

You're not happy I've moved in.

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

things are chaotic.

- Like what?
- Work.

Mom called and invited us
for dinner tomorrow.

No way.

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

Belinda... plenty.

Mète, please.

We'll see.

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

Dunno... what the fuck?

It's true, I swear.

Yuck, it's filthy!

- Mète!
- Did I hurt you?

For many years, scholars believed...

I like the Discovery Channel too.

I'd watch it all night in Madrid.

You don't go out?

Not always.

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

What kind of phase?

A phase, dunno.

It's obvious.

- I have a favour to ask.
- What?

Can you pick up something
from a friend tomorrow?

Why can't you go?

Dunno.

It's clearly not important.

You sound like an old man.

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

Right!

Yes, but I'm busy tomorrow.

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

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

Stay up a bit longer.

No.

If you want an unusual animal,
we have snails.

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

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

Sofia!

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

Hi.

I don't know you.

Yes, but Belinda says
you have something for me.

- Keep your voice down.
- Why?

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

Because mommy's
marrying daddy, right?

- Let's go.
- Where?

I want to come too, let's go.

I'll be back in a while!

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

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

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

Know what that is? A magic doorway.

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

Are you hitting on me?

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

Nice, isn't she?

Was he on offer at the supermarket?

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

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

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

We crossed town with all that stuff?

Relax!

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

I know you don't.

This plus the 300 euros
you already owe me.

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

You never do.

- Got 300 euros?
- No.

I'll pay it back soon, I swear.

Who's that?

Who is it?

No, I'll come down.

It's for me.

I'll be back soon.

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

Hey, your grandma's the pusher!

- Where are you going?
- Downstairs.

- In a hurry?
- Let's go to the cafè.

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

I spent 40 euros, we'll eat upstairs.

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

Can we go up?

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

My sister and her friend.

The Spanish chick?

The hottie?

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

Why get paranoid
if someone tells you "no"?

Imagine a container full of red balls

and these red balls mean "no".

There are also green balls
that mean "yes".

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

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

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

Are you smoking
the same stuff I am?

- Hello, Bruno.
- Say hi for me.

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

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

I have a consultation in half an hour.

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

Coming?

No.

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

Aren't you late?

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

Okay, I get it.

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

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

What time's supper?

Dunno, around supper-time.

Right, supper-time.

What a drag!

Yeah, what a drag.

I'll try calling again.

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

She said she'd meet me here.

Mète, I'd like to ask you something.

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

I'd like to dedicate it
to your father.

A friend suggested a passage
from Schopenhauer,

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

I don't know.

What's the matter?

- Nothing.
- You're sure?

Maybe...

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

I'm still trying to accept the fact

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

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

You don't understand.

You haven't lived through it.

One day you're playing
with your father

and the next day...

...he's gone.

He disappears for six years.

I assure you, you don't understand.

Mète, we've discussed this many times.

I was very close to him
during that time.

I know how much he suffered.

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

Sorry.

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

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

Maybe because I've loved
your father for 20 years

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

I'd like us to be a family.

A bit of a strange one.

I'm fed up with them.

Let's start without them.

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

Midnight's more likely.

Belinda...

takes after him.

- May I?
- Go ahead.

It's a special kind of roast beef.

I remembered that you like it.

Actually, I am hungry.

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

Audrey's life is rather particular,

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

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

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

For some reason. UFO films scare me.

A dark sensation
that always terrified me.

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

Oh please!

I was 7 the first time it happened.

My grandparents were driving me home
from the countryside,

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

Grandpa lost control of the car
and I flew out.

There was a blinding, white light.

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

Belinda!

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

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

Sofia and Damiano stayed,

I wanted to rest,
but then I fell asleep.

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

You persuaded me to go.

I know, don't go on about it.

And dad?

He didn't show either.

Come in!

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

My grandma used to make
new bars out of them.

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

Know how polluting bubblebath is?

Did you see that documentary?

The English one where they go
to people's houses

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

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

You idiot!

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

Did you rob the Hilton?

A friend taught me not to steal
from the bathroom,

but from the maid's trolley.

I was in a hurry,
I took loads.

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

- Here.
- Wait.

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

He said it was...

working-class expropriation.

At the Hilton?

Look.

We're getting loads of messages,

It's a weekend full of commotion.

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

That's antiquated reasoning.

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

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

What use is a centreforward
who doesn't score?

Let me finish.

A forward is the tool for manoeuvres.

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

I'll send him a text.

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

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

That's too complicated!

Try explaining that to a centreforward

who turns up at training
with a can of beer.

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

You're talking about beer...

There's too much theory
Fans want goals!

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

He's not cool at all.

You know that he thinks
you're depressed?

It's a step forward,

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

Just because of a problem at school.

A classroom was flooded
and they blamed some kids.

I got dragged into it too.

- We're you involved?
- Yes.

No.

Well, maybe a bit,

but probably not.

Got it.

I had a weird dream last night.

What about?

It was raining a kind of white slush

and puppets
were destroying everything.

Then you showed up

and the puppets beat you to a pulp.

You died.

Sounds fun.

Hello, Beatrice?

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

You took your time,
you were pretty shrewd.

What matters Is you called.

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

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

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

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

I'm pleased you called.

See you later, bye.

Bye.

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

Nothing, I was...

- How many profused?
- Seven.

- And filiform?
- Six.

Okay, I'd say we're done.

- We're done?
- Yes.

We're done...

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

You're taking Carlotta
to the exhibition.

I promised her,
all the other parents have been.

Even Francesca, but not me.

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

Yes, but it's an important report.

Know how many other jobs
it could lead to?

Yes, of course.

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

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

Where are you going?

To pick up Carlotta
and her friend from a party.

You can drop me somewhere.

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

Who knows? Alice!

Cruella!

No, wrong!

- Who knows?
- Maleficent.

Someone's daddy guessed right,
well done.

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

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

Carlotta's having fun?

Let's at least
wait for the cake.

You're grown up,
you remember more things.

Even grown ups forget
the Seven Dwarves' names.

Want to bet that daddy can't remember?

- What is it?
- Oh dear, Bruno!

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

Okay, well...

Grumpy, Sleepy, Sneezy, Snoopy...

Snoopy!

- Snoopy!
- Forget it.

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

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

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

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

Better not answer, no!

Mète!

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

- Coming home?
- No...

Come on. We're here.

Will you take me home, please?

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

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

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

Get out here, take a cab.

- Mète!
- Hi.

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

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

- Want some?
- No.

- Why?
- Don't feel like it.

- Are you mad?
- No.

- He's mad.
- Why?

Forget it.

You're right to be pissed off.

- He hit on me.
- What?

- I swear.
- I believe you.

Can't you see she's stoned?

The other day,
he hit on Sofia too.

She told me that joints
turn him into an octopus.

- I can imagine.
- Stop taking the piss!

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

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

It's normal, but...

He said he gives good massages,
what a clichè.

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

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

He straddled me
and I felt his hands getting lower.

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

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

I got up and he had a hard-on.

- No way!
- Try and deny it.

It was normal, not hard...

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

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

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

Oh, yes.

What a shame, we'd have fun.

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

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

Why don't you come with us?

No, I don't feel like going out.

Will you be long?

Dunno.

Why did you say we were busy?

I have to do something tonight.

- Like what?
- Stuff for work.

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

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

You think I'd hit on your sister?

Anyway, I think
that Belinda and Sofia...

- What?
- I pick up certain vibes.

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

You don't understand shit!

Come on, Mète!

Promise you won't go back there.

Swear.

Okay, I swear.

A job like mine
allows you to travel

and makes life interesting,
always on the move.

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

If I didn't know them so well,

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

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

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

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

is crucial.

Crucial.

Yes.

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

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

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

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

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

so they leave me in peace.

Look me in the eyes.

No, we'll split it.

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

For pity's sake, I know that.

I'm not insulting you,

I realized you're kind right away,

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

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

That's more like it.

Tell me a bit about you.

You haven't said a thing.
Acting mysterious?

No, I'm just interested in your life.

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

Sneaky!

I didn't think you were so sly.

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

and I don't want to go home alone.

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

take the car
and return it tomorrow.

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

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

and call a taxi tomorrow.

What do you think?

What a trauma!
You know the Roosevelt?

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

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

It was dreadful!

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

I read that women take
three times as long

to recover from traumas.

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

Oh God, what was I saying?

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

You too.

No, I don't want to.

Get out.

What?

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

Get out, call a taxi!

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

Yeah, I thought it was odd.

You're really leaving?

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

Hello?

Send a taxi to Via...

What street is this?

No, actually no...

I've changed my mind.

- Are you asleep?
- Yes.

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

Yes, it's interesting but...

You could do a lesson

about handwriting's
most indicative characteristics.

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

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

Excuse me a second.

I don't believe it...

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

I'll come to the office immediately.

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

Shit!

Where are you going?

Why are you dressed?

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

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

What's up?

What's happened?

My life's shit.

All lies.

This city is disgusting.

They should burn it!

No, Beatrice, no...

What are you saying?

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

Come on.

I thought you'd left.

All men leave here before dawn.

They scribble me notes
with their phone numbers.

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

Your taxi will be here in 3 minutes.

Your jacket.

I'll call you on Monday.

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

Okay, great.

Did you enjoy it?

Yes.

Yes, very much.

Chin up, okay?

Chin up?

Why?

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

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

- No.
- Why say it then?

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

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

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

What the hell do you think of me?

Bastard!

All bastards!

I hope something really serious
happened to you.

Why?

Sorry, Bruno.

Please forgive me,
I completely forgot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Can't you see?
- Stop it.

I said sorry.

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

but I have my problems too.

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

Leave me alone.

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

Hi.

Not answering?

Who keeps calling?
What've you done?

You didn't sleep here last night.

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

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

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

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

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

Right.

Get changed, we'll go together.

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

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

Belinda, you never go out.

I like it here.

You go. I'll wait for you.

Excuse me...

Got a light?

Oh you're Mète!
How are you doing?

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

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

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

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

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

I had a really shitty day.

Did you speak to Bruno?

Tell me later. Chill out for now.

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

Want a special Mojito?

Two special Mojitos! Thanks.

- Want to smoke?
- Yes.

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

Look who's here!

Tonight's the night!

I'll call her.

What are you doing?

What's up?

You're dressed...

You said I'm always in my underwear.

What's that?

A coconut.

I'll give it to you.

You're tickling me.

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

No, don't go to sleep.

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

Know what we'll do today?

Have lunch at the seaside,

lie on the beach,

wait for the sunset.

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

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

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

How about it?

I'll make "Caprese".

The cake or the salad?

Both.

And you can stay the night.

Wait...

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

But Mète's dad is getting married.

- I can't come.
- Right.

- Come over afterwards.
- No.

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

How about some other time?

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

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

No, I understand perfectly.

One evening's
as good as another, right?

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

Cappuccino, croissant,
a couple of muffins?

No, let's go have breakfast
together.

Why? Sleep another hour.

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

I'll decide.
Where are the keys?

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

What's she doing?

What the fuck!

Beatrice, honey,
no need to lock up.

I'll wait for you, hurry back!

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

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

She left to buy breakfast
and accidentally locked me out.

I mean In.

- Hello?
- Yes.

I have to wait till she gets back.

See you later, at the villa.

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

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

I do.

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

I do.

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

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

No!

Fuck, fuck!

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

- I've something for you.
- Really?

For your research...

It's perfect.

Please, tell me nothing happened
last night.

It sure did happen.

Okay, nothing happened.

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

Belinda, come here.

Let's go to dad.

Mète, come here!

Come here!

Yes.

A bonsai, how sweet!

- This is for you.
- Thanks.

What a surprise!
Give me a kiss!

Congratulations, dad.

Photo, photo.

The ball!

Let's play!

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

Till now
we've been playing around.

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

I don't know how It started

My everlasting love for you

You became my wife

You became my life

Passion's called for, with you

And a bit of craziness

You need intelligence

and a lot of heart too

It's not enough to sing of love

It's no longer any use...

Come on, Mète!

To tell you yet again

That there's nothing lovelier

Lovelier than you

You're one of a kind

Boundless as you want

Thank you for existing

Even as the years pass
It doesn't wane

My endless desire for you

That mysteriousness
you forever maintain

It sticks to me like glue

It must be those moments I have

Those minutes with you,

These may just be words but...

Mète, she didn't come back!

She didn't come back!

No, stop!
Just a second!

I'm still locked in!

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

Will it rain?

No, it'll clear up.

She'll come back.
Of course she will.

Damn!

Mète, the roof.

Close it!

The roof!

Put it up.

Put it up.

What the hell do you want?

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

I'LL CALL YOU SOON.

MÈTE

- Which button is it?
- Dunno.

I rented it.
How the fuck do I know?

This is no way to drive!

Slow down, dad.

Any slower and we'll stop.

I don't want to die!

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Laser S. Film s.r.I. - Rome