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Coming...

Yes?

Yes, speaking.

Hello.

Yes.

Today?

Why? What's happened?

I'm here to see the principal.

Through there.

Come in!

Hello.

Hello, Mr Sermonti.

Sorry to disturb you. Have a seat.

- Hi. - Hi, dad.

Something very unpleasant has happened.

A fossil has vanished from the science lab.

A rather rare ammonite.

I wouldn't like Andrea to be mixed up in it...

Are you talking about a theft?

Yes.

And we suspect Andrea and his friend Luciano.

It wasn't us!

That's what Luciano says too.

But a classmate apparently heard them bragging

about taking the fossil.

Not true!

Sorry, but I have to suspend

Andrea and his friend for a week.

How much do you understand of what I'm saying?

What percentage of understanding is there here? 20-30%?

I've spent 460 hours here. I've spent 46 million lira.

Plus, I always treat myself to a dress after I finish here.

They do good business with your patients.

I've asked around.

Even the food store. I've seen for myself.

I should tell my cousin to open a shop here!

You always feel guilty,

responsible for what happens...

But we can't control our lives completely.

We do what we can.

Maybe you should learn to wait instead of always having to act.

Learn to be idle. That doesn't mean be passive.

Just take a more relaxed approach to life and the world.

What do you think?

I open the door onto a corridor

where lots of people are walking towards me.

I think: the party's already over.

Then I open a door leading onto a huge patio.

There's a trapdoor, some stairs, a small door...

What a bore. This dream's such a bore!

Trapdoors, stairs, doors opening...

It's full of symbols that you can spend hours on.

But I don't agree with you. I think it's just a waste of time.

Around 180 pages...

Yes, with the photos.

I've started the introduction...

It seems pretty good.

Have you spoken to Andrea?

Excuse me.

- Yes, I spoke to him. - He told you?

Yes, he told me. Just a second.

Giovanni just came in.

Two weeks isn't enough.

I like playing there. It's a good floor.

The ball makes a different sound than in our gym.

How come?

Our floor's linoleum. You know that.

It makes a dull sound that doesn't really inspire you.

It's kind of sticky...

I like the sound of the ball when it hits the racket.

Me too. Like this...

Yes, like that.

Thanks.

What's your favorite sport, sound-wise?

I don't know.

Ice hockey...

Come on, if he said it wasn't him, just forget it.

All this fuss over a stone!

Over a theft, you mean...

I know what...

If he comes straight away, it wasn't him.

Five minutes late: that means it was him.

Fifteen minutes late: it was the principal.

Maybe he even has a collection at home!

Very funny: the principal stealing from the school...

Here I am.

Bingo!

What's going on?

Nothing...

Here's your prize... You've won.

Irene invented a new game in your honor...

Going there means admitting he did it!

No, I'm just trying to understand what really happened.

He didn't do it. I spoke to him...

You know him, he'd never even think of it.

A theft! Come on, it's ridiculous.

A theft...

Let's see what happened,

what the others say.

I don't even know what an ammonite looks like.

It's a sort of shell. You know... spiral-shaped.

Want me to go?

Yes. But I'd rather go myself.

Okay?

Weird houses, huh?

I don't know anyone who lives this far out.

How do you get here?

I catch the number 24 bus... It's a quiet area.

Yes, I know. It's just that...

I'd never been out here before.

Have they been here long?

Luciano's lived here since I've known him.

So what's this Filippo like?

I've never really liked him.

You saw the fossil, right?

Luciano opened the bag and it was inside.

No way! You believe anything!

Those were sneakers in a plastic bag!

I didn't see sneakers. Sneakers are much bigger!

The bag was shaped like an ammonite!

Hold on... You never mentioned a plastic bag...

The fossil was inside! And they were laughing.

So? Maybe they were just joking?

No... When I wanted to have a look,

they ran off.

So I wasn't really able to see it.

Okay, I didn't actually see it. Happy now?

What do you think?

Let him have a word with his parents.

We'll go outside. Can we use the balcony?

- Go ahead. - Thank you. Come on.

The plastic bag, the ammonite,

the shoes...

I couldn't make heads or tails of it.

It seems clear enough to me.

It does?

- I'm really happy. - So am I, of course.

Ever met Luciano's father?

I saw him at the school once. Why?

He was a bit aggressive.

With you?

Oh, come on...

He was hard on Filippo, the boy who accused them...

Well, he was right.

I suppose so... But it was embarrassing.

Filippo made it all up. Who knows why?

He probably doesn't like Andrea.

Yes, Andrea told me that: they don't get along.

I'm scared of becoming a maniac...

of raping a child and ending up in prison.

When I asked you if I disgusted you,

you said that I didn't. I was glad.

Then, I went to see that film you spoke about.

It was good.

I'm glad...

I'm glad you went to see that film.

That seems very positive.

Maybe. But porn movies are better.

But by choosing to see the film, you've moved closer...

To fuck all!

Yesterday, I got a porn mag

and jacked off in front of the open window!

I jacked off!

Nice and easy. I'd taken a Valium.

I'd like to meet the genius who invented that.

He knows how to help people!

Even sled dogs die because of the smell of the peach trees.

They can't stand it.

Only one survives, a white husky. But the hero kills it.

At one point, he boards a ship full of dead bodies.

By page 60 of the book, they're all dead!

Oscar...

I always like listening to your stories.

But shall we try and see why you've mentioned this today?

All these dead people?

I don't know.

There's no specific reason.

People say I'm in shape.

And what do you think?

I'm fine.

Work's going well...

I'm fine.

Even if I still think about suicide

and feel that I may well try again.

Next time, I might actually succeed.

How is it you can live normally, feel good...

and still consider killing yourself?

How can that be?

Ita res accendent lumina rebus.

Easy: "Thus every mystery shall be resolved."

That doesn't mean anything.

I read it badly.

"You will easily comprehend

"Everything will be enlightened, night will no longer blind your path

"Nature will fulfil you and every mystery shall be resolved."

It makes no sense...

Come on, it's crystal clear!

Oh, yeah? You think so?

So what does "nature will fulfil you" mean?

It's man facing the universe!

You jerk! You've smoked too many joints!

- What was that? - You've smoked too many joints.

- I heard right. - Yes.

Couldn't you wait until we finished working!

I smoke all the time! Just for the taste.

All the time!

You're not romantic: "Man facing the universe!"

We'll try working tomorrow, okay?

Hey, chill out.

Come on, give me a kiss...

Just one... a little kiss on the cheek.

No.

Okay, I get the message.

- I'm going. - See you.

- I'm going. Good evening. - Good-bye.

Perductus... What does that derive from?

Don't ask your mother, she never studied Latin...

Perduco: to drive, attract, seduce, extend...

So...

"Without hardship, you will be guided..."

...namque alid ex alio clarescet nec tibi caeca nox...

Clarescet?

"Indeed, all things..."

I guess Matteo was right...

Man facing the universe...

Come on, he made a good guess!

Lights out?

Five more minutes...

Listen to this poem...

It's called "Toes".

What in hell is going on?

What kind of toes are these that nothing matters any longer?

Are they really my toes?

Have they forgotten the old days?

What it was like being alive?

Always first on line, first onto the dance floor...

when the music started?

Nice, isn't it?

Hello?

Anybody there?

- Are you tired? - Yes.

Very tired?

Very, very tired?

This nightgown...

- Does it bother you? - A little...

Hello.

- Please come in. - Thank you.

That's a nice couch.

Simple, comfortable.

And elegant, in its way.

But I have no intention of lying on it.

So, tell me everything...

Doctor Vitali, in Milan, told me about you.

To be honest, I've never heard of you.

You seem a bit young...

4-5 years younger than me.

In my opinion, analysts your own age are the worst.

Why do you say that?

Because you're more cynical.

For you, it's just any old job.

You're younger than me, not as rich...

And I don't know if you're smarter than me.

Perhaps I'm not intelligent enough for you...

But we're not running an intelligence contest here.

It's a whole other matter...

How long does the therapy last?

Who decides when it ends?

In general, it's something that we understand together.

You make quite an impression.

You're so calm and serene...

Really? That's good. That's good for both of us!

My eyes are filled...

with fountains of clear water...

where I'll drink.

I seek forests for myself...

and sunbathed valleys warmer than you.

I'm no longer staying with you,

I look at the clouds over there.

And when I go...

You'll have to smile at me if you can,

it won't be easy, you know,

to live, you have to die a little.

Good-bye, my love, good-bye,

the clouds are already further away...

There you go!

I thought it was odd. He always ends up

getting distracted, letting his thoughts drift.

And he starts playing poorly. Calmly...

He puts the balls out, into the net.

Couldn't you follow a little?

You're reading the paper. You're chatting all the time.

You know how important it is for him!

Why aren't you competitive? Don't you ever want to win?

You lost to Stefano on purpose.

No, I didn't play so well today.

No, you play for the fun of it. Like this...

You don't play to win.

I mean, that's the idea behind it.

- Don't you agree? - No.

What?

Around six... excuse me...

Just a second...

- What are you doing here? - A surprise.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Excuse me. Yes...

Six hundred copies.

What's up?

They've sent our exhibition catalogs for pulping!

What's pulping?

It's when they shred books for recycling.

Oh, thank God!

Thank you so much. No, we'll come over.

- They've found them? - Yes.

And you're going to get them back, right?

- I need to talk to Paola... - I'd realized that!

What's the matter?

I don't know...

Haven't you found Andrea odd lately?

Odd? Why?

I don't know...

He lost that game on purpose.

He lost on purpose.

At his age, it's not normal not to want to win.

In any case, I don't find it normal.

He didn't steal that fossil. You believe that?

Yes.

For two days, I did everything to perfection.

Then, in a newspaper headline, I saw the word: slow.

I couldn't resist, I had to find its opposite.

I searched the whole paper until I found the word: fast.

By then, more than half an hour had gone by.

I couldn't be at the supermarket by 4 pm as I had planned.

I'd slipped up.

So I set another date: yesterday at midnight.

Another failure,

because I drank some water before bed,

but I forgot to sterilize the glass, so I drank dirty water.

I have to start all over again.

Set another date...

- It could be... - Listen, Raffaella!

This is my best time of day.

I've drunk my tea.

I'm lucid. Follow me.

Soccer sneakers for dirt fields,

soccer sneakers for turf fields,

cycling sneakers, basketball sneakers,

tennis sneakers, racing sneakers,

volleyball shoes...

You get so bored. Why don't you take up a sport?

You have no idea how tiring it is to live like this!

I have a very good idea. I know.

Because I'm just as boring as you.

I'll see you on Wednesday?

I don't know if I'm sterilizing my dishes properly.

After I've sterilized them, they get dirty again.

So I have to start all over again.

I must find a better system.

Front first...

The scissor jump....

Then the Fosbury flop.

Go stronger! More push here!

What are you making?

Potato pie. Did you do your homework?

A while ago.

Can you hand me the breadcrumbs?

Mom...

It was me who took the fossil. Me and Luciano.

We didn't want to steal it. It was a joke.

Our teacher's obsessed by fossils.

We wanted to see his face...

We didn't want to...

It was stupid.

So that means the boy who accused you was right?

We'd have put it back but it broke.

We tried to glue it back together but it looked terrible.

I wanted to tell dad yesterday. We went for a walk.

But it was good to be together... He was happy.

It was a joke... I swear.

You've never understood me.

You've never had any real contact with me.

This is the last time I'm coming.

She's said that for five years. She won't stop now.

I can never understand what you're feeling.

It's not a matter of method. You're simply cold.

My previous analyst was much less distant.

I got somewhere with him.

This discouragement isn't new.

Let's try to understand what has happened

and how to move forward.

You're not even annoyed.

You know it's all over too.

It's not your fault.

It's quite simple:

you're the wrong analyst for me.

Yes, I can't do anything else for her. The therapy's over.

What will she do? Go to another therapist?

I couldn't do it. I've failed.

How much time is left?

One minute... In one minute, it'll all be over.

I feel better now!

So...

See you on Tuesday.

Good-bye.

What are you doing today?

- How about a movie? - Okay.

What are you going to see?

There's that film showing at the Alhambra...

My patients keep talking about it so I feel like seeing it.

The trouble is, they've told me everything.

I already know the characters, the most important scenes...

And they've told me the ending...

And I've been talking to myself for ten minutes now!

How about a run together this morning?

I'm meeting friends.

Friends...

Come for a run! With mom too, right?

Oh, sure!

Five miles or so, just to work up a sweat.

Come on...

- Okay? - Okay.

Down to the harbour and back.

Then there and back...

And there and back again...

And then the whole avenue, okay?

Hello?

Hello, Oscar, how are you?

Sorry to hear that.

What's wrong?

I was supposed to see you Tuesday.

We can schedule it for tomorrow if you like.

Monday morning at eight...

Yes.

Okay.

Can I have the address again?

Okay.

I'll see you later then...

Good-bye.

What's wrong?

One of my patients isn't well. I have to go over there.

We'll do that run some other time...

Why do you have to go now?

He's in a really bad way.

I don't know when I'll be back, he lives some way out.

- Okay? - Okay.

I'll take the car. Bye.

- Bye, kids. - Bye.

Hey, let go!

Thank you for coming.

Was it hard to find?

Not really.

I should have come to you but I really feel too bad.

Please, take your jacket off...

Sorry I look so sloppy. I've been out of it for two days.

I couldn't tell you over the phone.

I should have waited till Tuesday but it was too urgent.

What's wrong?

I did some tests and an X-ray...

A spot showed up...

What did they tell you?

It may be lung cancer.

I've never smoked, I'm fit, I live in the country...

I've brought you here on a Sunday...

Don't worry about it. You were right to call.

Yes, you're worried but the diagnosis hasn't been confirmed.

You must do further tests.

Yes, but I already know.

I'm sure: it's a tumor.

Hello, is anybody home? It's me.

Hello?

Are you there?

Paola, I'm on my way home.

See you soon. Bye, sweetheart.

What's wrong?

Your son... had an accident.

Andrea... What happened?

They went diving.

How is he?

Luciano, what's happened?

What's happened?

How is he? How is Andrea?

I'll make a few phone calls.

Okay?

It's the answering machine...

Valerio, it's Giovanni.

I wanted to leave you a message.

I'm at the hospital...

and I wanted...

to tell you...

that...

I wanted to tell you...

I wanted to leave you a message...

When was he born?

October 11, nineteen...

Good evening... We've got the clothes.

Fabio's brought sandwiches.

Okay...

This man has to dress Andrea. Give him all that.

October 11?

October 11, 1983.

Good-bye, Andrea...

Good-bye.

Could you take it off for a second?

Thank you.

Number 9 is catching up on number 2!

Can I come in?

Just a second...

I've brought your breakfast.

Thanks, Irene, you shouldn't have.

I'm up... I'll be right there.

What about dad?

He's already at work... I'm coming.

Dad?

Dad?

Yesterday, I was happy all day

because I found your message when I got in.

I knew that I'd be coming here.

I have nobody else to talk to.

Nothing ever happens in my life.

But here, I feel alive...

Finally I can cry.

I could never do that before.

It makes me feel better.

It's not always like that.

I feel frustrated after some sessions.

So I treat myself to something from one of the shops downstairs.

But today it's different.

Today, I just want to cry.

I could cry all my life.

Hello.

How are you?

Go on in...

I wanted to come to the funeral.

I'm so sorry...

I wanted to be there for you.

I'd taken three tranquilizers so as not to cause trouble.

I brought flowers but I couldn't do it.

I went to the usual cinema.

There was this guy... At first, we watched the porn movie.

Then some stroking, and I gave him a blowjob.

Afterward, I wanted more.

I found a hooker on the street.

I had her, front and back.

I got home and Roberta was already sleeping.

She's too beautiful for me.

I love her. Why don't I want to do it with her?

It seems like you've already given the answer.

What answer?

You feel you deserve nothing.

Whenever something good happens to you,

you get scared...

Okay, okay, screw all that!

You always come out with the same crap!

Did you speak to Carla?

Yes.

And?

She's managing fine on her own.

Federico and Anna Saracinelli...

They're Lorenzo's parents, a friend from school.

He came here often. Do you remember?

So when do you think you'll go back to work?

Next week...

Hi.

Hello, sweetheart.

How did the training go?

Good.

The usual stuff.

Are you playing on Sunday?

Of course.

I've been talking to friends at school...

and to Andrea's friends...

Yes...

I'd like to have a mass said.

I tried to think of something else but...

it's the least sad thing, right?

Yes.

Okay.

Wednesday was our anniversary...

And I finally spoke to him about my obsessions.

From then on, no more dates, no more rules to follow...

I'm through with dates!

I feel better

but I'm scared that if I fight it too much,

I could become schizophrenic,

whatever that means. But it could happen.

In my opinion, there's no danger of that.

It's only natural to feel this anxiety.

This is a great challenge for you.

I wouldn't stop right now.

Hello.

This one's more expensive. Take your time.

Excuse me...

This model arrived two days ago...

What's its running time? Its duration?

It depends.

Are you a diver?

No, I just wanted some information.

Is there something on the rank to measure the air in it?

- Yes, the pressure gauge. - Can I see it?

It's connected to a tube that's attached to the regulator.

And the regulator?

This is it.

Is a pressure gauge precise?

I'd say so.

What's this red area?

It's like in a car.

At 200 atmospheres, it's full.

When it gets down to 50, you're using the reserve.

- And you have to come back up. - It's better to.

An experienced diver can stay down another ten minutes.

But it's best to come up.

Of course.

So...

want to go for a run?

Then I had a CAT scan.

It's just as I thought: I have a tumor.

I've started chemotherapy.

I have to go every two weeks.

At the outpatient clinic.

But maybe you want to know how I feel about it?

Yes, how do you feel?

I'm scared.

Before, I could only think of dying...

And now I wonder if I'm going to survive.

I don't have the heart to tell my mother.

The idea of losing a son would be too much for her.

What an idiot, saying something like that to you!

It's all right, continue.

- Forgive me. - Don't worry about it.

...there and back and then the whole avenue...

Hello?

Hello, Oscar, how are you?

Sorry to hear that.

I understand. I'm sorry.

We can schedule it for tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning at eight, if you like...

Today?

No, I really can't today...

See you tomorrow at eight.

Okay... Good-bye.

I spoke to mom this morning.

How is she?

She wanted to come and help us out.

When?

I told her not to come. And she started crying...

- You want to go home? - Why?

We said it would do us good to get our minds off things...

Good evening. Ready to order?

What do you have to start?

Barley soup, linguine with scampi or tagliatelle with mushrooms...

What'll you have?

The linguine.

Me too.

- The main course later? - Yes.

I went to a scuba diving store

and spoke to the salesman.

Andrea's gear could have been defective.

Why did you go?

The regulator could have jammed, so he took the tank off.

It's a tiny part.

One inch of rubber... And everything depends on it!

The air couldn't get through!

It worked, they told us that!

Where's his tank, then?

The gear was working!

Andrea went into a cave and he got lost.

He ran out of air while he was looking for the exit...

and he took off the tank to come back up faster.

Andrea, alone in a cave...

It doesn't make sense...

What about his torn hands and nails? It makes no sense but it happened!

What are you clapping for?

That was a foul! Blow that whistle!

No foul!

How is she?

Okay, I think.

- What are they going to do? - Who?

Will they suspend her from the championship?

They already did, during the game.

She's going to be disqualified for three or four games...

Should I talk to her?

Okay.

You don't want to talk?

Nothing.

She doesn't want to talk.

We are not the ones who set life's appointments.

But those who remain,

especially the parents and family, ask themselves: why?

There is only one answer:

God has set this appointment.

Even if we do not know why.

All we can do is use our faith to deal

with something that surpasses our understanding.

The Bible says:

"If the master knew when the thief will come,

"he would not be robbed."

In the same way, we do not know when the Lord will call us.

The body of Christ.

Look at this cup: it's chipped.

The cup's chipped.

This vase is cracked: let's turn it round.

Everything's chipped and damaged in this house.

Everything's scratched, everything's broken!

"If the master knew when the thief will come,

"he would not be robbed."

The thief, the master... What kind of shit sentence is that?

It's just a sentence... Does it matter?

What is it?

What the hell does it mean?! What is it?

What does it matter?

Look at this ashtray. It's chipped...

Let's hide it. Gone!

My favorite teapot.

We broke it, then glued it back together...

We did a good job, you can't tell.

You can't tell that it's broken.

But even this is... broken!

After the treatment, I don't feel well.

But I'm pretty calm.

Besides, it depends on our attitude in relation to illness.

You mustn't give in, right?

They often say that the patient's psychological attitude

is fundamental in curing illness.

- Do you agree with that? - No.

I don't agree.

Serious illnesses can be cured even if you're passive.

Even if you don't want to live.

But if it has to end badly, it'll end badly.

Even if the patient reacts well and tries to fight back.

Even if the patient wants to live at any cost.

That's what I think.

I wish I could have apologized

but I couldn't.

I keep thinking of that Sunday when I went to his place.

I can't go on seeing him.

I'll always associate him with Andrea's death.

You should tell him what you feel.

Tell him about your problems.

Tell him...

Tell him everything's a mess because of me.

What would become of his analysis?

And I don't feel I have to tell him

what's happening to me. It's not right.

Yes, but I think it's vital in this case.

Hi.

Hi. What are you doing here?

I felt like coming to pick you up.

Why didn't you leave with the others?

I want to score ten baskets in a row first.

Ten in a row!

I guess it's not my day.

Did mom send you?

Mom? Why?

You're not starting to worry about me now?

As soon as I come into the room, you change the subjects.

You act casual.

Why do you say that?

Matteo and I have split up.

What happened?

I left him. He'd never have had the nerve to.

You don't see each other?

No, only at school.

He walked me home once.

But I don't want that, it makes me uncomfortable...

- But he cares about you. - No, he feels obliged!

I'm sorry, but I really don't miss him.

Dear Andrea,

My letter won't be as beautiful as yours.

I went to the library

and I read lots of love letters by famous women,

hoping to copy some.

But those writers don't love you as much as I do.

So I'd rather use my own words.

They'll soon be calling me to dinner

but I want to finish this first.

I keep on thinking about last summer and that day we met.

Remember meeting him at the station after that camping trip?

How come I didn't notice?

- We didn't notice anything odd. - Should we have?

Maybe it wasn't important. He never mentioned it.

What did he ever mention?

Here:

"We only saw each other for one day

"but that was enough for me to understand..."

Just one day!

Yes, I know, I read it but...

It's the way she writes about Andrea...

For instance, at one point she says

that he seems shy but that in fact he isn't.

That when he's silent, you don't feel awkward.

Yes, that's right.

Is there an address?

On the back of the envelope.

I'll get her number from information.

Maybe it would be better to write.

Why?

Because we have to tell her.

She doesn't know. She doesn't know about Andrea.

It happened less than a month ago.

It was a Sunday...

Dear Arianna...

This is Andrea's father writing to you...

I have to give you some bad...

Dear Arianna...

How about stopping now?

Tired already?

My friends are waiting for me to go diving.

- They're waiting? - Yes.

Let's stay together, okay?

You can go next Sunday, okay?

- Okay. - Come on.

Faster!

You always find an excuse for me.

Always.

No one's ever guilty with you.

Whatever I do, you always find some excuse.

But there's always a price to pay!

How can one refuse to pay it?

Let me see...

That's cute, you look good in it.

Yes, I like the colors.

It suits your complexion.

Was the green one better?

It's different. Both of them are nice.

Why don't we take both?

Let me try the other one on again.

The office is close to home,

so I don't use the car anymore.

Too bad, it was the only time

when I would listen to the radio.

Did Giovanni tell you what happened?

A strange but beautiful thing.

Andrea had a girlfriend. We didn't know.

She wrote a letter to him and...

They met on a camping trip,

a few weeks before Andrea...

She was about to leave and he'd just arrived...

Her name's Arianna. Arianna is...

I want to meet her...

She remembers everything about that day, even his clothes

and the song that was playing in the bar...

I can picture her... Maybe because of what she writes.

I want to meet her.

Why did you try to shut me up earlier?

I didn't, not at all.

It's not as if they were embarrassed.

I know that. I simply took your hand.

To be close to you.

No, you wanted me to stop talking about Andrea!

You think talking to others means losing something!

I pity you.

Okay.

I met my husband when I was twenty-four.

He was a career soldier.

After our wedding, we moved to Rome.

We lived at the barracks.

Our whole neighborhood was the barracks.

We'd only go into the city on Sundays, in our best clothes.

Sometimes,

the wife of one of my husband's colleagues would visit.

She'd ask me:

"Thinking about children yet?"

I love children.

But we could never have any...

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

"...and, that evening, Paola said...

"that you're the only person who..."

I'm going to bed. How about you?

I'm coming.

No, I haven't written that letter to Arianna yet.

I figured as much.

- What if I'd stayed that day... - Is that a question?

If I hadn't rushed over to that patient's like an idiot...

If I'd stayed...

He'd have gone anyway.

If I'd taken him running...

we'd have had an ice cream, we'd have seen a movie...

Giovanni, please! You can't turn back time!

That's exactly what I want to do. Turn back time.

Of course, only you matter.

You don't care about Andrea! You haven't even written to her...

I've tried to write to her. I can't do it.

I think that maybe...

I don't care what you think!

I don't want to listen anymore!

That's enough, thanks.

Thanks.

How are you?

So-so...

Hello, could I speak to Arianna, please?

Arianna?

This is Andrea's mother, Andrea Sermonti.

Andrea had an accident, in the sea.

He's dead...

Arianna...

It was a blood clot...

I can call you back later...

We'd be very happy to meet you.

Yes, I know you have school but we could come there...

Why not?

We'll let a little time go by.

Take a few days to think it over...

I understand.

I'm sorry you feel that way but if that's what you want...

Good-bye, Arianna.

Good evening.

I'll sit here today.

Fine.

How are you?

How's your family?

My family?

Of course, how's my family...

I've been seeing you for a year and a half.

You've talked about 200 books, music, football...

Why do you change the subject?

Why do you avoid your problems?

- That's not what I'm doing. - It isn't?

Not these last few weeks anyhow.

I just wanted to chat a little because I like you.

Sorry, but... I won't be coming again.

You won't be coming again...

You're not very original, you know.

There's always a moment when the patient says:

"I'm not coming back, it's not doing anything anyway."

No, it's helped me. It's helped me a lot.

But my illness has changed things.

I have to get better. I have to concentrate on that.

I didn't even want to come today.

I wanted to call you or write...

But I thought it's better to say good-bye in person.

And to say: thank you for everything.

Take care.

Some patients I don't listen to.

With others, I get too involved.

It's as if I was in their shoes.

I'm probably not helping them much right now.

- Maybe you went back too soon. - It's not that.

I no longer have any objectivity.

Have you spoken to someone?

To Enrico.

What did he say?

Not to rush to a decision... to wait.

- So do that. - Waiting won't do anything.

Besides, my mind's made up.

I'm relieved even if it's not nice to say it.

It's better this way for everyone.

What about us, what will we do?

- I don't know. - Are things that bad?

Let's not talk about it now.

Good night.

I wasn't expecting this at all.

I'm really sorry.

May I ask why?

Of course you may.

A lot of things have happened. And...

my son...

I'm not up to it anymore. It's simple.

I can't do this work anymore.

If you like, I can refer you to another analyst.

To continue your therapy...

No, I want to try to do without.

When will you return to work?

I don't know if I ever will.

I'll wait for you.

It'll be my next date.

What the fuck is this? First you lure me in,

I tell you everything and then it's good-bye!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

I feel like shit, goddamit! And it gets worse and worse!

Bastard, asshole... You've screwed me!

You'll pay for this!

I'm not well, asshole!

I'm not well!

I'm sorry...

I'm truly sorry.

- Hello, how are you? - Well. And you?

I want to buy a gift for one of my son's friends.

You remember my son?

Very well, he came here often.

I don't want to get it wrong.

You have a better idea than I do of the music

that a boy of his age would like.

Let me see...

I've taken a look around

but I don't know what to choose.

Ah, yes... Here we are.

This isn't a new release...

but it's so good, he should like it.

Is there a translation of the lyrics?

No.

My son used to make fun of me.

He said I had a hearing problem:

I only listen to Italian music!

It's for him actually.

I wanted to buy him a present.

Would you like to hear it?

Yes.

Good evening.

I'm Arianna...

Andrea's friend.

Are you his father?

Yes.

May I come in?

Of course.

I tried calling, but there was no reply.

I'd like to say hello to your wife.

Because she called me and...

I'm afraid Paola isn't here right now...

Hello! I didn't even say hello properly.

She should be back soon.

- A drop more? - No, thank you.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Paola won't be long. We can call her if you like...

No. That's okay.

Okay.

Forgive me for asking to see Andrea's room.

- It really meant a lot to me. - I know.

I already had an idea of what it was like.

Andrea's room?

I have some photos he took with a timer.

You have them with you?

Yes.

- He took them? - Yes.

He wanted to show me his room.

This is a funny one, huh?

That girl's in there...

What girl?

Arianna.

Andrea's friend.

Why is she here?

She's in town and came to say hello. She's been waiting for you.

But I...

She's in there.

I'm sorry about that phone call.

I didn't know...

And when you told me about Andrea...

Don't worry.

Arianna...

- I imagined her differently, right? - I don't know...

Prettier?

No, just different... the voice on the phone, maybe...

My hair used to be much longer.

Mom said it looked better.

- Tired? - No.

You want to take a shower?

Shall we go out or eat in?

I have to be going soon.

You can sleep here if you like.

Well, actually... I have a friend

waiting for me downstairs.

We're hitchhiking together.

What about your parents?

Dad's against it.

Mom just asked me to call every evening.

I've never hitched before.

Stefano says that we can be in France by tomorrow.

Well, if Stefano says so...

- Good-bye. - Have a good trip.

Good-bye. Thank you.

I'd like to see you again some time.

Yes, me too.

Good-bye.

Bye.

This service area looks bigger.

You'll probably find someone.

What time is it?

It's not that late...

We'll take you to the Genoa exit.

Oh no...

It'll help, right?

Well, yes...

Thank you.

Yes, it'll help.

- But... - Yes, that was it.

But look how they're sleeping...

We can't wake them now...

They're sleeping so well!

We're almost there.

Don't fall asleep too, okay!

Let's keep each other awake.

Where the fuck are we?

- Where've you brought me? - Good morning!

I've got training tonight!

I'm playing again on Sunday!

What's so funny?

What's so funny?

She's nice, huh?

He is too... or isn't he?

Yes, he is too.

He's sweet.

They go to the same school but he looks a bit older.

Yes. Arianna is two years behind him.

Paola...

Do you think they're going out together?

No, don't say anything.

Don't say anything...

- Good-bye. - Good-bye, and thank you.

Thanks for everything.

I'll write when we get there.

Have a good trip.

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