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They gave us a brain and a sexual organ,

but not enough blood for both.

- Where were we at? - Ah...

"November 7th"

At the scandal that recently struck your private jet company.

After the accident at Monte Carlo airport,

a lot has been said...

Unfortunately, it was a tragedy, a human error that couldn't be avoided.

The judiciary will establish whether the fault lies with us or with the flight controllers.

A witness told us about pilots on amphetamines

- who fly without the rest periods required. - An actor, you mean.

- You say so. - You're helping a hoax designed to harm us.

A serious journalist like you shouldn't lower to the level of "Conveniently",

the blog that spread the news and then disappeared suddenly.

Your listing on the stock exchange slipped after this news.

- Now your employees are afraid. - They have nothing to fear.

Rumors say you owe the banks 70 million euros

and that banks want to turn off the taps.

Are you in the red or not?

Look, every entrepreneur knows that having some liabilities is part of the game.

Like Berlusconi in '94,

when they said he ran to avoid bankruptcy.

They also said he was 2,500 billion lire in debt.

But look at what he did afterwards.

In this historical moment I wouldn't use Berlusconi as a positive example.

From here, in London, how do you see what's happening in Rome?

Sexual scandals, international discredit,

Italian debt spread at 350 points, the markets betting against Italy.

Silvio Berlusconi: is he really finished?

Are you still friends?

I haven't heard from him for years.

"The surprise departure of Castello

- had an explosive effect". - What?

"Veronica Castello was the surprise weapon, who dealt the final blow, "

- How full of shit! - "Yesterday the 'Corriere della Sera' published

the names of the 26 wavering MPs and she wasn't on that list.

Instead, Gaetano Nobile, an old acquaintance of hers,

had been working for days to convince her to cross over."

Our Berlusconi has such stamina...

But how can he endure all the betrayals, the humiliations?

Fear of humiliation and desire of humiliation are connected.

Do we know anything about this dickhead blogger "Conveniently"?

No, but I called our friends...

I need to know who played me a 70 million joke.

Do you really think Silvio will help us with all the crap he has on his plate?

Do you have a better idea?

- Mr. Notte, we are about to land. - Thanks.

Are we sure that this growth hormone isn't harmful?

Life is a deadly disease.

- Telephone. - Remember "Conveniently".

Leonardo Notte.

- You haven't changed. - Neither have you. You were a liar then, and you still are.

You have a cute assistant, what's her name?

Her name is "Hands Off".

Rachele Manni, you've always been open-minded.

You never wanted to find out how open.

- How is he? - So-so.

The little show between Merkel and Sarkozy has hurt him.

You too want my chair? Get down!

- Down, sit! - Silvio?

Leonardo!

- I'm so happy to see you. - Me too.

- Take a seat. - Thanks.

- So, how are you? - Ok...

- You? - I've seen better.

I would never have bothered you if it wasn't important.

It does me good to talk about business, it distracts me.

That failure to list on the stock exchange it was a bad hit, huh?

Someone played me a bad trick, but I always survive, you know.

What can I do for you?

The banks are starting to bite me.

I need... an injection of liquidity.

How much are we talking about?

Thirty million euros would be enough to keep them happy until we float.

But how can I do it?

How can I do it?

These fucking judges they just made me

pay 560 million euros for the Mondadori ruling.

I understand.

I would love to help you, you know.

This is a critical moment. You understand, don't you?

Everything I've done, as a statesman, as a politician...

I avoided a war between Russia and Georgia, I did the unthinkable.

All forgotten.

All they care about now is bunga bunga!

You know, if you had been by my side maybe...

- We'll never know. Thanks, Silvio. - I'm sorry.

Thirty million.

I buy 30 million Dudus.

- Who are you up against? - Excuse me?

The European Commission, France, Germany, the markets,

the public opinion, the President of the Republic, the judiciary.

Do you know what I think? We've seen worse.

You forgot the Central Bank.

Right, we both have problems with banks.

The ECB has so many Italian bonds in its belly

that if we go down Germany will also collapse.

They will never let that happen.

They are making you believe it to get you out of the way.

So they can rule the ECB: Merkel, Sarkozy.

That's why they were laughing.

They want to take Italy Silvio, think about it.

With the history of the technocrat government they already screwed us in '94.

If you resign, they won't let you be Prime Minister ever again.

- You're telling me that ... - You have to resist, Silvio.

The future is yet to be written.

All that follows happened a week later on one day, November 12th, 2011.

Remember, at 9pm, on time.

You want a ride, pretty sailor?

You would like that, you old faggot.

Hi. Let's go have a drink a coffee in a glass.

Didn't the cardiologist tell you that coffee is bad for your health?

I never understood the difference between coffee in a cup or in a glass.

- Oh. - Eh?

- I need the car today. - Okay, but fill it up this time.

Let's go.

This fucking beep beep it drives me crazy.

No, not Rome. Today I am at home in Naples.

It's the best place to witness the apocalypse.

I don't have a good feeling.

You have been a Christian Democrat for five days and have you already lost faith?

He should've resigned a week ago, what's the delay?

Doesn't he see the spread going up every day?

Having been ugly from a young age,

I understood one fundamental thing about you beautiful people: you do not enjoy life.

Relax, Veronica. The government is at the end.

- This is the start of the rest of your life. - I'll call you.

Ok.

His rumored resignation is tied to the approval of the law at the Senate and the House.

It's still unclear what will happen next...

- Is that bresaola? - I need protein.

- At 10 am? - Got to go, Ma.

- Wait, can you give me a lift? - I can't, there's the game.

The scout from Atalanta will be there. Go with your driver.

This is not a good time to show up in a ministerial car. What's this Scout?

Okay. Take public transport. Ride with the common people.

Tommaso, how do you do it? Where do you live? Don't you watch the news? Don't you know what's going on?

- Hey, Simona. - Hi, Yes, I'll call you back.

- It was Serino. - What happened?

- We have a problem, a big one. - Can you make us a coffee? Come.

What happened?

A girl says she was at the bunga bunga, and that you were there too.

What? Who?

- Gabriella Ariotti. - Who the fuck is that?

She's graduating in Philosophy, but she wants to be an actress.

- How did she end up at Palazzo Grazioli? - God knows.

Hi, Tommy.

Find this bitch, she may tell whatever the fuck she wants, as long as I'm out of it.

- Okay, I'll take care of it. - Thanks, Simona. - No worries.

- Go, go! - Throw the ball, here it is!

- Here it is! - Come on!

Foul!

It's a penalty!

- What the fuck are you doing? - Hey, calm down!

- It's a foul. - Give me the ball.

- What the fuck, let Gianluca shoot! - Gianluca shot the other time.

- No, Gianluca is the penalty taker. He's gonna miss it. - It's his turn this time.

No!

- Bravo, eh! - What the fuck do you want?

This guy is crazy! Bravo, phenomenon!

You understood perfectly well, we are too big to fail.

If we fall, Europe falls.

If we hold on, at some point they will stop attacking us.

But we can't tighten spending any more than we already have.

They'll come to get us with pitchforks!

In Brussels, when they attacked us

you should've seen him. The finance minister was mute.

You should've spoken there, not here!

Mr Prime Minister, listen to me. The next government will be forced

to make linear cuts, crack down on tax evasion...

In short, blood, sweat and tears.

If we do it, they'll slaughter us.

If Monti does it, they will take it out on him.

Then the Italians will forget and love you again.

No, I'm not giving it to him.

And you, Castello, tell your new friends.

Over my dead body! Is that clear?

Fuck, fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck you.

- Fuck, fuck! - Tommaso?

- Yes. - I saw the penalty, too bad.

Sorry, the moped won't start. Fuck!

Maybe I'll give you a ride, so we can have a chat.

Do I know you?

No... I've come other times here to watch the games.

- Maybe you want to talk about it. - Wait, I know who you are.

They did tell me you'd come. I didn't think you'd look like that.

Your accent gave you away.... you Atalanta people won't get noticed.

Amazing club, serious, good youth team...

Don't worry, I won't tell others that you're here. Can you really give me a ride?

- I have a car here. - Great.

For what happened before... I got anxious.

- It was bad luck that you were there. I'm usually cool. - I believe you.

- So it's true that it was you. - You're in great shape.

- For a woman of my age... - I didn't say that.

I know your tastes.

Why are you back to foment him, after all this time?

You're back playing politics, with all that's going on?

Go back to London, back to your fiancée who's younger than your daughter,

and this time, go back to stay. We're here to work.

Let us save what we can before it sinks.

You already jumped on a lifeboat. It's not elegant how you've betrayed him now after all these years...

Silvio is finished. And I have a right to a future.

And the future is a technocrat government nominated by the powers that be?

It's more prudent to reassure the markets, or so they say.

You know what? To hell with prudence.

Leo, are you okay? You should get yourself a Doppler ultrasound...

you have cerebral artery syndrome, you're not making sense.

Did you call your son? Does he know you're in Rome?

I'll do that later today.

Tell him that his father is fucking with his country and his future.

He said to me: "You're daddy's boy. Rich people can't play football."

I replied: "Look at Pirlo". But he kept going on.

You should put the seat belt on, or it'll beep forever.

Well, Pirlo never got into a fight.

Ok, I understand. But it's not as if I'm always fighting...

I knew I had a chance. I felt it.

Listen...

I have to tell you something.

Give me a sec.

Hey, Lion King!

You're in Rome? Since when?

Why? At Palazzo Chigi? No, ok, I'll find a way to get there.

I'm glad you've come, Pa. Bye.

Could you take me somewhere?

- Palazzo Chigi? - My father is not Berlusconi!

What were you telling me before?

How many goals have you scored this year?

It was thought that senator Mario Monti might succeed him.

but it seems that in the last few days Berlusconi has changed his mind.

Minister Castello, is the government resigning?

Um... No comment at this time.

I found out where this Gabriella is, she's at her mother's place.

She said she's very upset by what she saw,

and that she must do her duty for the good of this country.

Very well, where does she live?

Here he is, stop.

Will we see each other again?

- I think so. - In Bergamo then, cool.

You look good! How are you?

I will never get used to the fact that my son speaks like in the ghetto.

- Are you OK? - Yes, more or less.

- How's English going? - Well, more or less...

This is for you.

- It's Drogba's, very cool! - Autographed with dedication.

- You know who Drogba is? - More or less.

Shall we have lunch together?

I have to stay here, my driver is coming soon, he'll take you home.

I have things to do, sorry.

You always have things to do. What the fuck? Get organized!

Dario, what's up?

Ah.

Tommy! I'll call you.

- Tommy, where are you going? - Why, do you care?

- Come on, I can't move from here, it's an emergency. - Then don't move.

Tommy! Hey, Tommaso!

What an imbecile! Fucking tell him, you're an idiot!

What the fuck are you beeping?

What the fuck are you beeping?

- Oh. - Oh.

Weren't you going to see your father?

- No. - Get in.

Fuck you!

- Parioli, right? - All right.

Let's put our belts on.

- Don't you care to hear the good news? - What news?

We found him, Leo, the blogger.

It's a boy, he's in Rome. We have the address.

- Who the fuck is he? - Giulio Venturi.

- How old is he? - I don't know, I think 22 or 23.

He's never seen me play. Can you believe it?

He says he doesn't understand football. Football isn't the problem!

- You said he lives abroad, didn't you? - What does that mean?

We're only an hour away from London. Those fucking planes are his too!

- Do you have children? - One.

- He's your age. - Does he like football?

At least you've got something to talk about.

- Tommaso, Listen... - I'm super hungry. I'll go up and have something.

- Your mother's making it? - Yes, goodnight, she can't even make an egg.

No, from Rosa, the Filipina. She's a good cook.

- I'm hungry too. - Come in, won't you?

Come on, we'll eat something.

Let's go.

Let's go.

... Mario Monti was seen an hour ago, in Fiumicino. Many have taken this to mean

that this is the unofficial beginning of a new political season.

Is it too soon to say? It is expected that a meeting will take place...

- Giulio Venturi? - Yes.

Giulio.

So long!

Are you done?

You finally decided to answer!

Is this how ministers behave, ringing the doorbell like that?

You don't know where I come from. Do you think I was born a minister?

No, I've seen how you became a minister.

I was talking about you with a producer friend of mine.

We said you would be perfect as the protagonist in "The Mountain Road".

- What did you offer him in return? - Nothing, he's a friend.

It's not just defamation.

Let's talk about damages: tens of millions of euros.

What are you laughing at? Look, it's going badly for you.

Put it down.

How did you do it? You did a dirty thing, but you're good at it.

- Someone must've taught you. - Do you think I'm going to tell you?

- I paid for your studies, you owe me that. - I didn't know it was your money.

- Your mother knew, that's what matters. - Don't mention my mother.

This asshole ruined my family.

I loved your mother, and for a while you too.

Now tell me what I want to know, otherwise I will report you.

Giulio, you know I'll do that.

- That's all hearsay. You didn't see anything. - I saw the erotic dances.

It's your word against that of a minister.

Come on, minister! Castello, you are wonderful!

Do you want to ruin me for a dance?

My son Tommaso is 16 years old.

If I end up in the newspapers because I went to those dinners,

everyone will think I'm a slut.

My son will think so too. Please.

I worked at Webegg, first as an intern, then as an editor.

- Webegg? - Gianroberto Casaleggio was there.

- Does that ring a bell? - He's making a party with Beppe Grillo.

And he took care of online communication for Di Pietro.

He started at Olivetti, then he went on to manage Webegg.

He understood how to spread his ideas on the web,

making it look like it came from the public.

It is he who helped me grow and taught me everything, he's a genius.

- Why did he finance this crap against me? - He has nothing to do with it.

He fired me when I said what I wanted to do.

He didn't understand why I was so obsessed with Night Sky.

- I couldn't tell him you killed my father. - He was acquitted.

Just because he had mafia friends. I did my research.

I bet you found out my planes leave chemtrails?

My mom got cancer because of you, did you know?

When I stopped you getting listed on the stock exchange,

it was the first time that I slept well in years.

People have to see what kind of people are in charge of this shitty country.

- Do you feel uncomfortable? - Hey!

If you show that video,

I will get my friends to say that you were the most slutty at those dinners.

I'll repay you with the same coin.

You know what? After you tell something for a while, that thing becomes true.

You had almost convinced me earlier with the story of your son, you know?

But now I swear to God I'm telling this to everyone. So you'll learn not to make threats.

- Yes? - Tommy. Book the Japanese tonight.

What do we have to discuss that we need to go to the local Japanese?

- You book, then I'll tell you. - Okay.

Look here. No look, have you seen?

- Want another beer? - There he is!

- Do you have any whiskey? - Um, I think so.

- Sir, Leo's here. - Thanks.

I have to leave now, I'll call you back.

- They tried to make you change idea. - Everyone, even my daughter.

Take me to Parliament, Leo. I'm really tired.

"Nobody is gonna hit as hard as life."

Who said that?

Rocky Balboa.

Silvio,

I have never met anyone with your strength.

Nobody else could still be standing after so many punches.

Rocky loses in the end.

That's true, but nobody remembers that.

What everyone remembers is that he remains standing.

...a complex of economic and financial interests

playing a decisive match today

about the success or the failure of government,

for what concerns, in essence, the democratic structure.

This should be cause for concern.

We all know the left's political-cultural background.

My reading of that what happened is different from...

- In the sense... - Silvio! Silvio! Silvio!

"November 12th Liberation"

I have to go to the President with Gianni, you understand.

Of course.

Take them down, Rocky.

You didn't like the whiskey, huh?

Oh, I didn't even drink it.

Shit.

What happened?

Is everything okay?

It's not all right.

I am not who you believe.

- I do not understand. - I don't work for Atalanta.

Who do you work for?

Tell me who the fuck you are.

Your father.

Fuck off.

You were born on April 25th.

You're a Taurus.

Veronica wanted to call you Milo, after my brother.

But Leo didn't want to, so she called you Tommaso,

like the poet, that one, Thomas...

- Eliot? - That one.

I'll explain another time, I have to go.

What is this story?

Not now.

You drop a bomb like that and go away? Where the fuck are you going?

Back to prison.

What for?

Murder.

Can I go now?

Thank you, Borto.

What's wrong?

I guess he didn't take it well.

- That's understandable. - What do you mean?

You told him like an idiot, I'd be pissed too.

I told him and I went away like a coward.

Come on, drive the car.

Are you stupid? From life you never learn anything, huh?

Turn this fucking car around.

You want to ruin your life again for that slut? Come on, Bosco, stop it.

Come on, good, go.

He has resigned.

- Here I am. - Where are you?

- In the square, like you. - He resigned.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anymore. I just heard from Milan.

Yes, I wanted to tell you in person.

Really!?

Today is a day of national liberation

against a government that humiliated the institutions,

weakened democracy and undermined Italy's credibility.

Reconstruction begins tomorrow,

and we of Italy of Values intend to do our duty,

for Italy to return with pride to the international community.

- That's it. - Thanks.

Don't turn around, there's a skeleton of our respective closets behind you.

Let's go take some interviews in the square.

Hi Giulia.

You left only good memories. Huh, Scaglia?

We leave the memories we deserve.

You still work for that guy... What's his name...?

Leonardo Notte.

What can you do? I am no good at choosing who to work for.

Hear the people cheering? You hear that music?

- People? - People.

The people that made Silvio win three times or the people who threw coins at Craxi?

I'm a little confused, Sir.

The same people as on the street who shouted: "Di Pietro!". Do you remember?

They went on voting for Berlusconi in '94.

People understand fuck all, Sir.

You're gloating now, but this stuff started with Clean Hands.

The further you "listen to people", the worse it will be.

Sir, don't laugh too much, listen to me.

Scaglia, with all due respect, fuck you and Leonardo Notte.

You're always the same, Sir.

Hi.

- Did you finish a bottle? - What did you have to tell me?

- Answer my question. - Answer my question.

- Did something happen? - I don't know, you tell me.

Listen, Tommy, you and I are not friends.

I mean, we get along, but I never wanted friendship between us,

which would not be normal between mother and son.

So it's natural that you don't know certain things about me

that there are things I won't tell you.

Things like...

Like my dad isn't my dad?

What?

- Are you stuck? - What do you say?

Who the fuck is my dad?

Tell me, who is my father?

Who told you that?

My father.

The real one, though.

When did you see him?

Tommy, wait. Please, please.

I'll tell you everything.

Silvio!

Leo.

So you gave up like this?

They would've blamed me

for bringing the country close to economic collapse.

I had to do what they said this time. Listen, Leo.

You and I are used to it to resurrections.

Now let's write the future together.

This future for me smells like the past.

Do you think I can't get myself re-elected?

The best is behind us, Silvio.

It's over.

You are finished.

I am Silvio Berlusconi, I never die.

You resigned, amen.

I made the money I had to make.

What does that mean?

It means I came to you

and you, despite all the shit I did for you,

you refused to help me. Then I got an idea.

- Dario. I had an idea. - I called my CFO,

I told him had to bet all my reserves on the failure of Italy.

It was enough for the spread to reach 500 points,

I just had to convince you to last a few more days.

You did all of this for your stupid debt?

Paid off.

I thought you had sincere affection for me.

That's also finished, and do you know when?

When you surrounded yourself with ass-kissers, alienating those who had a vision.

A vision?

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Do you really think someone like you

can convince me to do anything?

I've always done whatever the fuck I wanted, all my life.

You are just a background actor.

You have always been obsessed with me, you need help.

Do not worry.

I am healed.

Did you think I hadn't seen it through?

You really didn't think I'd understand

that you did all this to raise two bucks?

Sincerely? No.

It was nice to believe it again, like in the olden days.

We had fun, you and I.

Hi.

We wrote each other 200 times.

You could have told me you were coming out.

Day release. Indeed, I think it just got revoked.

Where is he?

How dare you tell him? What were you thinking?

Well, 16 years of silence... I think that's enough.

You're a dickhead.

You always have been.

I repeat that to myself every day.

Let's hope we haven't ruined his life.

Nah.

Well, he's a little emotional.

He misses goals on an empty net.

Who knows who he got that from?

It's true, he looks like you.

That's kind of a problem!

You say?

Are you no longer a minister?

You no longer play in the Main League?

What do you want to do now?

Now I want to get drunk.

Not alone, it brings bad luck.

No!

How much I missed wine.

There's not much time left.

As soon as I get out. I swear I'll pay off the debt.

Okay, I'll ask you anyway.

Do you want to fuck?

You really are a dickhead.

Give me a cigarette.

A fucking real one.

Where are we going?

Let's go back home.