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The building you see is a school one of those institutes

where youth are educated to learn the worst tricks

to get into the so-called adult world, to make their way cheaply,

often to the detriment of someone else.

One day, the youths in this institute

will no longer be young.

With their failures, regrets and shipwrecked projects

they'll recall these years

as the best of their lives.

They'll pretend not to remember

how stupid they were, how selfish,

ignorant, apathetic, indifferent, hypocritical

incapable of any sincere, authentic thought or aspiration.

Those very rare specimens

that stand out from the majority,

the few who still have dreams,

are actually the most unlucky, defenseless

They're the ones, especially to be discouraged.

Hello, Principal.

Lucio I I thought someone was here.

This is me, Professor Fiorito.

Most of the years I spent here,

especially recently,

were in "dishonorable" service.

I grew old in this school,

doing all I could not to hide it.

Then there are those like him,

the sowers of illusions,

twenty adjectives wouldn't suffice

to describe their good qualities.

A substitute on his first day of teaching

those who never stop hoping

in a better tomorrow.

He's the beautiful soul,

the missionary in the frontier wasteland.

Ferrario, the Principal.

Go into class,

but next time try to be in class before the bell rings.

I'm late, excuse me.

Welcome I

Good morning.

Here's the register.

- What's all this ruckus? - Knock it off!

I'll handle it, thank you.

- Good morning guys - Good morning.

I'm Mr. Prezioso, substitute in Italian.

Another one I

Alessi?

- Baldacci? - Here.

It's not for order and discipline but when I call you,

stand up, you can help me remember you

Turn off your cell phones!

Grimaldi Antonella, 333-1615108.

- Write it down, prof? - Sit down.

- You just can't resist? - What do you mean?

Some parents have complained you smoke in class.

They complain? I should be complaining!

For what?

You think there's something in these kids' heads?

Still I don't complain to their parents,

I don't accuse them for giving them birth I

And it's not true I smoke in class.

Maybe once or twice, but I didn't even realize it.

- It happens. - Make sure it doesn't happen again

Go to class.

Good morning.

Lucio I

Don't forget to go to the post office.

Who's that guy?

Brugnoli, a sophomore.

What are you doing there? Get to class.

Go!

Come on, go!

Get moving I

Move it I

Lucio, go along!

Well?

Brugnoli, that sophomore...

wasn't the psychologist assisting him?

- We terminated the position - What, terminated?

- You made the cut - Me?

Guess I had to.

Hello, I'm Prezioso, the substitute for Italian.

Zambardino.

For photocopies?

Please, excuse me.

Sure, it's easy.

You file a request with the secretary three days before.

If you go over 60 copies, you pay 3 cents voluntary contribution

for every CODY

Welcome. What did you say your name is?

Prezioso, substitute for Italian and History.

Emma, nice to meet you

I mean Tassi, Science, 9th and 10th grades.

I do Chemistry too, juniors.

For a video projector?

There used to be one...

Sorry, I don't... there's a multimedia board

but not many know how to use it and the room's scheduled

get these in get those out

Okay.

Fiorito, Art History.

He's been here ages, but has never made friends

- Tassi? - Science, sections E and F

- Prezioso, thank you - You're welcome.

Professor Fiorito?

I'm Prezioso, the substitute for Italian

I saw you at the end of class

My drawer's below yours.

Then, be careful, since the locks don't work

if, by mistake, you put something above that should go below,

from above, I'll throw it out.

At 10, when my friends were collecting soccer cards

I had a collection of the greatest painters in history

At 16, my classmates were listening to the Rolling Stones,

it was Bach for me, at most Umberto Bindi.

They'd go to parties, I'd read

I'd read almost all you can read in a lifetime

the great Russians, German philosophy, political economics,

I knew everything about Art History.

Belletti...

Lisa Belletti.

Maranescu...

Adam.

Ciacca Massimo.

Petrucci...

Silvana, professor!

Brim

Ndamer...

Ndamar Safyra.

Angela Mordini.

I never remember her I

I don't know your name! What's your name?

Chiara... Rosati Chiara.

Rosati Chiara, I know that I

It's Latin, does anyone know what it means?

- It's Kant quoting Horace - Wait, I know it!

It's Horace, right? Although it's said by Kent

Right, Kant I

It's a Latin quote

Professor, I don't know I

It means "have the courage to use your intelligence".

Something you could do too, Ciacca if you were more courageous.

I don't think that's in this year's curriculum

In fact, it's not in this year's program

Don't worry, we'll do the program.

I don't care if you learn everything in the program

and then forget all of it.

My job is to find something that excites you.

That's why we won't follow the program punctiliously.

We, punctiliously, have never done the program

- We don't even know what it means! - Program or punctiliously?

- Punctiliously I know. - What do you know?

Have any of you read a book in the last six months?

Petrucci, what are you doing turn that thing off!

- It's off! - You're singing!

I know it by heart

Mordini, what are you doing?

Ask for permission to open the window.

Can I open the window please?

Well'? No one's saying anything?

Adam, professor!

- Mordini, where are you going? - I need air.

I'm only studying what's in the program

Foscolo, Leopardi... by Leopardi we read

"The Night-Song of a Wandering Shepherd of Asia'"

Let him hear it, Adam I

- He knows it all! - Really, do you?

- Yes. - Come on

Why are you there, Moon in the sky? Tell me why, silent Moon.

You rise at night and go, contemplating deserts, then you set

Are you not sated yet with riding eternal roads?

Are you not weary, still wishing to gaze at these valleys?

It mirrors your life, the life of a shepherd

He rises at dawn,

he drives his flock over the fields and sees the flocks,

the streams and grass, tired at evening he rests...

You know you can't go out during class.

I had to give something to my uncle Why?

Nothing, go along.

For its geographic location it has a name

which in Arab means "proboscis".

It's the capital:

of Somalia,

of Chad, of Eritrea,

of Sudan?

Just remember the shape of these countries

Adam, know it?

It's Sudan, the capital's Khartoum

It's located where the White and Blue Niles meet

- I'd choose Somalia - Look at me!

Leaving the center of the two Niles, it's a proboscis going that way.

In Arab, Khartoum

the capital of Sudan I

Good for you!

Leave him alone, he has to study

Quiet, he never loses his concentration

And speak Italian we're in Italy!

Adam, what are you studying now?

Quadratic equations.

Hear that? Quadratic equations I

What did you bring me today?

Were they in an Easter Egg?

I won't even get 3 euro for these

Look at me, Romanian.

Think I'm someone you give things like this to?

Abram, if you want my attention you'll have to try harder.

Okay?

Adam, my name's Adam!

Take your agendas and write.

We should have studied the Baroque today.

We should have studied the Baroque...

comma, but,

because we are fully aware

we understand absolutely no...

- Absolutely? - Nothing.

Come on, you can get there!

Ciacca, tell them.

Aware we understand absolutely no...

- mum - om

'Why? - om

Aware we understand absolutely

no blessed thing,

nothing, nothing, nothing.

Three times "nothing".

Clear?

We've made it impossible for Professor Fiorito

to do his usual activity.

Period.

Bring it tomorrow, with your parents' signature

Hello... Professor, what's going on?

Erica I

Find a seat.

It should start.

I like it, thrilling.

Common, prof! What's this junk?

Ciacca, relax! It doesn't work.

Won't start.

Pull the blinds up.

"...Those azure hills, that I can see from here"

and that I hoped to cross one day

imaging secret worlds and arcane delights to support my existence I

Ignorant of my fate, how often I wished

to exchange this sad, naked life of mine

for death.

I never thought in my heart, I'd be condemned to waste away

in my barbarous native place,

among a vile loutish race;

where learning and wisdom are foreign words, cause of mockery and laughter

and they hate and ignore me,

not just through envy, since they don't think me superior to them

but they consider that I do think so, in my heart

even though I give no sign of that to anyone

Hidden, abandoned here I spend my time,

without love, without life;

becoming coarse perhaps among this crowd of ill-wishers

this place strips me of all pity and virtue,

"and makes me scornful of all mankind..."

- Can I ask you something? - No.

Do you have it in for me?

I don't like substitutes, full of good intentions,

they cause irreparable damage and then leave.

What are you doing? It hasn't worked for years

How do you do it?

I don't know how to interest these kids

I make attempts, maybe by bending the rules

Unusual! Here it's all unusual!

Nothing's usual.

That's the problem.

But these kids, different from you have one quality,

they're fair, they don't play favorites, they hate everything,

Mathematics, Art, Poetry.

So don't worry, forget the projector

What do you think we can do?

They deserve to flunk, be kicked it the seat, one by one.

But I've decided to be even more vicious

At the end, but only at the end

I pass them all

Everyone gets 'D', I have no hassles and I ruin them for life.

You must have been one of those who, of all the essays,

would choose current events.

All you had to say is you were for equality, peace,

the elimination of frontiers and you'd steal a good score,

with easy content.

And what essay would you choose?

The ones on literature with in-depth criticism.

You had to study, there was no way out

The poems, for instance all by heart!

"The pomegranate green in the garden,

"towards which thy baby hands thou didst reach out..." go on.

Forget it.

You don't remember it, and you talk your students down!

"The pomegranate green in the garden..."

No interpretation, no intentions.

You look for the sense, error!

These kids understand nothing about sense. Maybe tomorrow...

Concentrate on the rhythm of the words

The pomegranate green in the garden towards which thy baby hands

thou didst reach out still stands. The tree of scarlet flower.

The orchard now lonely and silent renews it's green with spring,

and June once more will bring back light and warmth as her dower

Blossom art thou of my tree, withered, struck by the cruel blast

of this vain life, the last, thou art, and its rarest flower

Now 'neath the cold earth thou art lying, beneath the dark cold earth;

"the sun brings thee no mirth, to wake thee, love hath no power"

When you live alone for a long time,

life is a discreet sequence of modest rituals.

The unexpected is an unbearable sign of fate

I don't fight boredom, I second it.

I don't go to nightspots debates, meeting,

no kind of friendship,

but at least once a month

I make sure I have a social life,

see people of different cultures and countries.

Hello? I hope I dialed the right number.

I'm looking for Professor Fiorito.

This is Elena Togani, you may not remember me

You were my teacher a long time ago at high school.

I hope this is you, I've thought of calling you so many times.

Alright, I'll call back.

Well?

Nothing, no answer.

The mother hasn't been at work for three days.

- The father? - None.

Never been one, I think, he has only his mother.

Brugnoli, stay seated.

What are you doing? Close that. It's not yours!

Got the house keys, at least?

Turn right.

Now though, not tomorrow

- Come on! - Calm down!

No, no one answers.

The neighbors say she left.

I don't know where I

It seems she stays out for days but then comes back.

Just a second... A long espresso with cold milk

Yin.

I don't know...

Excuse me... and some very hot tea

- I don't like tea. - Quiet, tea's just fine

So, I don't do all the procedures.

I go to police headquarters and legally I'm all set?

Okay, thanks, yes.

I don't know.

Antonio, I can't believe how I didn't notice.

Can I be accused of anything?

No, fine

So, I go to the police

and they'll call social services.

Look, Mom will be back don't call anyone.

Alright. They'll call social services?

Brugnoli, I don't touch you you don't touch me.

- Hear? - Yes, but Mom will be back

Yes it's him... Drink the tea!

I didn't notice.

He's red, dirty.

I don't know how to judge really.

Come here I

Let me feel.

Yes, he's very hot

What, duty to rescue?

Okay, I'll go right now.

Alright...

I'll be right back, check the treatment.

Respiratory problems, we're hospitalizing him.

Is it an infection? Could it be contagious?

No, nothing specific, but we'll keep him here,

we'll run some tests.

- You can go in. - I can't, I have to go

The last time,

we read a poem called "Memories",

especially the verses where Leopardi describes his barbarous native place.

To understand what, Baldacci?

Want me to tell the story?

What story? It's a poem, the sense!

The sense is that...

Guys, we talked a lot about it! Remember?

Welcome back, Mordini No photocopies?

No one gave her photocopies?

- Adam? - No, I'm sorry

I'll lend you mine.

Huh'. I

"...becoming coarse perhaps among this crowd of ill-wishers"

What's that mean?

The people around him

think poetry means nothing they're ignorant!

That's why, I think he's forced to...

He's forced to...?

Be an asshole.

That's right, but you can find a better way to say it,

"becoming coarse".

He's forced to be different from what he really is.

Like when the others

think that Ciacca, for example...

can only say stupid things to make people laugh,

despite the many deep things he has inside

But don't worry, Ciacca, it's nice to make people laugh

it's generous and noble.

Mordini, read at page 9.

- Emily Dickinson - No, thank you.

- No, thank you? - Common, don't make me read!

- I don't have a nice voice - We'll settle.

- We like her voice, right? - Not only!

It was a joke

"Solitude."

There is a solitude of space,

a solitude of sea a solitude of death

Oh, God, I feel sick I

Keep going.

"But this Society shall be"

compared with that profounder site,

a polar privacy, a soul admitted to itself

I don't understand a thing, please I

Hello?

I'd like to know the idiot who calls during class.

".1."

No, it's the sub, he's trying it on.

This is Prezioso,

I'd like to say you can't call during class

You can't, and what's more your son can't answer.

Unless it's an emergency Is it an emergency?

There, see? I don't think so

If you don't mind, I'll get back to the lesson

- I'll keep this. - Common, prof!

No! Angela, go on

- I don't want to, I'm tired - Read!

What for? You know yourself it's useless.

What the fuck I

Get back to class.

What's the matter'?

I've got problems, professor I

You act sensitive, but you're blind.

What's the matter'?

My father lost his job, my scooter broke down

And she died.

Who 7

My mother.

I'm sorry!

Tho nadir. you

How did she die? Why didn't you tell anyone?

Want to talk to me about it'?

Professor?

- Can I go to the bathroom? - Yes, go ahead.

Today an extraordinary thing happened.

Know what Ciacca said? He was serious!

"Professor, was Piero della Francesca a man or a woman?"

- He's a genius! - Angela's mother died

He deserves a 'B', but I'll give him an 'A'!

You don't give a damn?

People die everyday, but Ciacca...

Know who she is?

Angela Mordini, a junior, the girl with the big eyes

who always dresses outlandish...

No!

You remember them all, don't you?

They're our students.

Our students...

Know how many I've seen?

They pass, disappear, like shadows.

Did you hear what Ciacca said?

These kids don't give a fuck about you, me,

their fathers, their mothers or the school!

Feeling guilty about something?

Want meaning to your life?

Why did you choose this field?

Tell me, I don't understand.

Because I like it.

Not because someone pushed me

or tried to prevent me

I like it, that's all.

Fits, doesn't it? Roll the sleeves up a little

You're just too small.

You say "thank you"

Your hand.

- What did the doctor say? - If you don't heal, you'll die.

No!

They don't really understand much they need tests.

- They saw a shadow - A shadow?

Yes, but it could be pneumonia,

pleurisy, an infection.

Am I a doctor'?

I don't know! Anyway, you should survive

But you need treatment.

You'll heal... Sure, you sleep in the gym!

Whatcha bringin' me?

I brought pajamas.

What... don't talk sloppy to me Brugnoli!

Talk right, hear me?

What did I bring you? I'm not your mother.

Where's it say I have to bring you something?

I'd say you have all you need right here, don't you?

I met the social worker, Daniele.

He's nice, huh?

Listen, I'm here because I have responsibilities

I had to make sure things were okay.

People will take care of you,

also as regards your mother.

I've done what I had to.

I have a million things to do...

Will you stop nodding?

Brugnoli, are you listening?

I can't take care of you

Stop making that little orphan face,

It won't work.

Hear me?

Here's Daniele.

Hello.

Enrico, how's it going?

Do you need anything?

Nice pajama! I was going to buy you one

- Who brought it? Her? - Yes, it's really nothing.

I bought it at a market stall,

but it's nothing.

If you need to talk, I'll leave you two alone

- I can't... - I'm right outside

I have a lot to do.

Brugnoli... good luck, take care

Because soon you'll be well I

Did she call?

Who 7

I tried but there's no answer,

she must have lost her cell phone this time too

Sure.

She never remembers my number, she's nuts I

Bye, Brugnoli.

How do you say "eye" in Romanian?

Nose?

Mouth?

Ian?

Kiss?

Kiss?

Kiss...

Elena Togani...

That isn't her, maybe this one.

I'm not here? Yes I

What a face I

What a face, poor me

This morning's news... the arrest of professor Luigi Ferrari,

president of the Botti Libonati Foundation

The arrest was made thanks to a joint operation of Interpol...

Professor Fiorito?

Professor Fiorito I

Luigi Ferrari, remember? 11th and 12th grade.

1987-88, I sat near the window.

See how your lessons on beauty paid off?

I still remember your classes.

Classicism and Romanticism I

I still remember!

Well? What are you looking at'?

Oh, it bothers you!

Too bad.

You think it's an injustice, right'?

Yes, I shouldn't.

But I do.

You can't smoke and I can.

If it bothers some of you,

go to the Principal,

tell your parents.

Report me!

- Professor, what are you doing here? - I'm teaching.

That's what I'm doing, I'm teaching.

Zambardino, please I

Yes, but you're in the wrong room

you should be in class F this is class D.

Quiet I

Okay.

- Good evening. - I'm Adam Maranescu's father

A pleasure, please sit down.

There's really very little to say,

Adam is the ideal student.

- Really? - Yes.

He's prepared, attentive, intelligent

and also very polite

which I believe is thanks to you.

Adam is everything for us, I'm a gas station attendant,

my wife cleans stairs,

but we feel lucky to live here.

To live here...

If you behave well and do what's expected of you,

study, no one will say anything to you

That's what I try to teach him.

Very well

Hello, Ciacca's father.

You're Ciacca's father?

Mr. Ciacca I

He's making no progress.

I had to fail him on his last Italian test

but he was almost an F...

Andrea has a hard time expressing himself.

In other words, I don't know

Are there family problems, anything I should know...

- I don't know, how - How what?

- How, what? - How what, what? I don't know

- Maybe you didn't understand - No.

What I'm trying to say is

How do you talk at home? If

I mean, does he read books sometimes how do you communicate?

Professor, let's not lose our heads.

I'm not one of those who says: "You don't know who I am!"

But really you don't know who I am

Do you?

- No, I don't - See?

Ciacca is...

How can I say... stuck at the first level of existence

He is, to use a euphemism

a dolt of rare proportions.

To use a euphemism! Do you know what a euphemism is?

Sure, it's something positive.

"Eu phemism".

The boy's bad at school? Is it my fault?

Or do we lay the blame on him who's 17, 18... I don't even remember.

- 17. - Thanks. It's your fault!

Learn to do your job, you fucking slouchers.

First, don't raise your voice this is a school.

- Thanks a million - Well done.

You'll give a good example?

It's my own fucking business how I talk at home, okay?

How dare you!

- What are you doing? - What are you doing yourself!

Think I'm scared? You should be ashamed

You don't even remember your son's age.

17, you just told me. What do you get a month, 1,100 euro?

I'll buy you and this whole school You wretch!

- You're just a skeptic - Insulting again!

I'll smash you I

Take him out of here.

Go fuck off! That tramp, scrounger.

I'm gonna wait outside for him and I break his neck, the asshole!

Who was that?

But you

transcended.

You called him a skeptic I

I'm 16 today

I'm getting ready to reject the laws of the world.

I'm 16 today and my mother forgot.

The guy she used to be with came around,

so they went out to celebrate alone.

I'm glad I

Restaurants are revolting, the waiters spit in the dishes.

I'm 16 today

and my shitty father gave me a make-up case like stuffed bear.

I haven't seen my father in three years.

- Get out! - Let go of me!

- I'm coming back here - I don't think so.

You didn't lift a finger, Romanian.

And you're gypsies, you should be good at ruckus

Alright, chief, I'll be there at 7.

I'll expect you, thank you.

- Adam, what is it? - You always say "thank you'"

You asshole I

Professor, it's me again, Elena,

Elena Togani, I called once before.

Maybe you don't want to talk to me! I hope not...

So, you're still teaching in the school I went to, how nice!

I work in a medical lab near there.

Sometimes I walk down that street and it takes me back...

There was a bakery, remember'? Now they make kebabs at 9 a. m..

Then there's the medical lab that's where I am.

I hope this is your number.

That's it... I hope to see you again

Your worst student.

You once called me your worst student.

Oh well, goodbye.

Turbot filet au gratin

on a bed of artichokes, in savory almond sauce.

An oil dip with raw vegetables.

Good.

You make noise when you eat

What? Excuse me, I'm sorry!

Preparation time: 1 hour and 18 minutes

- I'm very unpleasant, aren't I? - Pretty much.

Forgive me, I'm sorry you always do the cooking

I'll cook tomorrow.

Nothing comes to me, I don't know.

Nothing comes to me.

Rossini, it's just a thought

that's really your own and no one ease's.

- Nothing comes to me - It will.

The only thing I know is I don't want to suffer, not even one second.

No one wants to suffer not even one second.

Suffering is useless.

Sometimes I think: What were you like at our age?

I don't know what to say

Alessi? You have nothing to say?

It's impossible I

- Dunno. - A thought

I just don't get this thing about merit.

Meritocracy...what's the mean?

If you don't merit? Those like us who are behind and can't keep up?

Don't we count?

I'm in love now.

Anyway...

I hate my mother and everyone who says love's not important,

that it never lasts.

- I think it's not true. - Your mom's got it right

That's enough I Thank you, Belletti.

Speaking of that, I'd like all of us

to write a thought for Mordini who lost her mother, did you know?

No.

Something that tells her we're here we're waiting for her,

since she didn't come today either.

Who has a pen?

Safyra, I'll take yours.

Do you have paper?

How should we start?

Dear Angela.

Dear Angela

Sit down and give me your arm.

Take your jacket off.

Is this routine or something specific?

Just routine.

- Needles scare you? - Yes.

How are your eating habits?

I don't have an exact idea about what I eat.

- Do you eat meat? - Yes, especially red meat

All kinds of sausages and salamis.

- Do you drink? - Of course.

Alcoholic drinks and hard liquor.

I always wondered how Penelope,

after such long waiting,

couldn't recognize Ulysses.

Done.

Already over?

Now I'm curious to see the results.

Me too.

All her eyes see is an old man, poorly dressed

The Odyssey, book XXIII: Howbeit she sat long in silence

and amazement came upon her soul...

What are you looking at'?

- Why do you dress like that? - What?

Like an old woman.

How dare you?

Mom has clothes you'd just dream of,

she's got jackets like you've never seen

I'm sorry, this is me

I see you're better

I wanted to tell you

I don't know if you can come back to our school

Why not?

The situation's all very confused Not until...

You're way behind, and you've got lots of free time here,

why don't you study a little?

Now they're changing my school? Who'll tell my mom?

It's not a sure thing I

- Your mother might be back - Why shouldn't she?

I don't know a thing!

But if you don't study, you'll flunk.

I'll flunk I What are you saying?

Maybe you'd better go.

She'll be back, she won't...

You're crazy, did you come here on purpose?

Leave, the door's open

Want something with the books?

Cowboy Bebop and Ramna 2.

They're manga comics.

And a "hentai", but don't read it it would bother me.

Understand? Hentai with an H don't forget.

No comics I

- I meant... - Forget it, go!

Okay, I'm going...

Bye, Brugnoli.

What's your name, professor?

- Can I drop formalities? - Giovanni.

I'd rather you keep formalities and call me professor.

Don't turn around, it's the Principal.

Where?

You fell for it I

The substitute having a drink with a young girl!

Have you finished?

- Can I call you Johnny? - No, call me professor.

This is for you

It's the story of a girl who despite adversity,

manages to determine her fate.

The spitting opposite of me I

That's a token from all of us.

Who's us?

Me and your classmates, the school.

You payin' me, prof?

What'? Don't be silly.

I'm just your teacher and I want you back at school

You been absent too much, you have your future to think of

- Especially now that - What?

Now that... the thing about your mother

I know it's a tough moment for you your father,

who needs your help

I'll talk to him if you want I'll call him.

I mean something to you right, professor?

I saw you out here the other day with a man

Who was it?

A guy, a friend

Someone who can help me out.

Anyway, prof, I'm no Einstein not even if I start studying.

The only thing is I'll get old and without concluding anything.

Just reading "Jane Eyre" will take me a year!

What? Don't talk bullshit don't do bullshit!

You're 17 I

You have to come back to school promise me. Understand?

Okay.

Good afternoon.

Come on, cut it out!

Let me talk I

Angela, is this you?

- Angela, where are you? - Stop!

Hello?

I don't understand photosynthesis.

I know cell respiration is nothing

compared to the synthesis of the photosynthetic cycle.

But reasoning in the abstract,

if plants emit carbon dioxide at night

why don't we all die at night'?

I know all the formulas, but I don't understand photosynthesis.

Maybe because my aunt always said

not to keep plants in the room at night, or I'd suffocate.

I can't explain it to them.

What do you think?

Of photosynthesis.

I don't know, sorry I have to go

It's late.

Hello.

- Mordini, sit down. - There's no chair.

Isn't there an empty chair'?

Did you ask Lucio?

Not one chair in the whole school'?

I'll leave, what am I doing here?

Where are you going? Wait.

I'll resolve this.

Don't worry!

Ciacca, look.

In section D?

Hello, we need a chair, do you have an extra?

There's one I

No, that's Falconetti's, he's absent.

It took 2 months to get all the chairs, I'll defend them one by one

- Lisp. - Wham?

Lucio, professor, what is it?

- I can't right now. - Down there to the left

I'll question you, a name at random.

Ciacca I

- Where's Mordini? - She left.

- Can I go out? - No one leaves.

Professor Prezioso?

I understand your enthusiasm, but you're going overboard.

Overboard?

I remind you the school has an inside and an outside

we handle the inside, I say this because you're young

It's not our job to save these young people

but we try hard to teach them something,

within the imposed limits of place and work time.

So we should do the least possible?

No, so we should know the difference between outside and inside,

what's allowed and what's not.

It's disastrous here, we do what we can.

- So do I. - You've taken that girl to heart

She's just a student to me.

Of course, but may I remind you

collecting money for private use is not allowed

I put it off, but I won't do it any more

Now go back to class.

You can't be close to a classmate

not even if she just lost her mother.

What kind of people are you?

You're stuck on Angela Mordini.

Are you crazy? How dare you?

I saw her mother yesterday, she didn't look dead at all.

What?

Aren't you ashamed of you superficiality?

- Davoli was there too - It's true.

- What is it? - You took my pen

You should give it back.

I haven't got it here.

I'll bring it tomorrow.

Professor...

Guess where I am.

Right outside your house, I brought your analyzes.

Olin?

You come to the lab and don't say a thing!

I didn't even recognize you.

Open up? Will you open or not?

Professor, open the door I'm right outside.

Professor, you don't realize I

Your tests are perfect.

It's incredible.

- Aren't you glad? - I'm jumping for joy

Thank you

I imagined your house just like this, full of books.

- Have you read them all? - Yes.

- But I don't any more - How come?

I know them by heart

Besides, I tend to always use the same quotes.

I love to hear you talk!

- You haven't changed much. - You didn't even recognize me!

I'm an old man.

Yes, an old high school professor,

arrogant, conceited, nasty you've gotten worse.

Why, what was I like?

Sometimes you were unbearable but you were also

generous, fiery, brilliant.

A jerk 1

It was great coming to school when you were there.

Don't go overboard with this though.

Look what I brought back to you.

Recognize it?

One day you did a lesson on Classicism and Romanticism

and, as usual, I got there late and missed it.

The next day the whole school was talking about it.

I don't know what I'd give to go back and be there.

I've never forgiven myself.

You were always so angry with me so I stole your book.

Professor...

Professor Fiorito I

Professor, what joy to see you again!

It's such a joy for me! I've thought of you so much

I mean, you were very important for me

even if you'd never speak to me

Maybe I was also a little

in love with you

Remember the graduation banquet'?

I wanted to dance with you

and you, I've never understood if you were shy

or if you just didn't feel like it.

Okay...

Well, the analyzes,

the book...

I'm off.

I did other analyzes, but they weren't ready yet

so I'll bring them the next time.

You can't imagine how important you were for me

There, I guess I wanted to tell you all this

Good bye

Would you come to the park with me, Tuesday?

No!

The park entrance at 11

Sony I'...

"I'll."

Five down: son of Erebus and Nyx.

- Have you seen hentai comics? - Six letters, the third is T.

Aether, the atmosphere.

Bright, glowing upper air.

It goes!

He stole fire from the gods and gave it to men.

Prometheus.

- I won't go - What?

I have to move a black space

What do you want, Romanian? Shouldn't you be doing homework?

What are you doing?

Look at this shit, just think of all the shitty people who come here.

I have to do something.

Do you really want to go back to that shop?

WM?

I can get hold of a gun

A real gun! What's the matter? Aren't you happy?

There's not much left after 16.

Time isn't kind to women, the system asks you for just one thing.

I'm not part of the herd

I won't do what they all do

Come here, Adam.

Kiss me.

I'll never be like this again.

Like how?

Kiss me, Adam.

I'll never be so pretty again.

Professor I Why don't you stop?

Common, Johnny!

Not talking to me any more? Sorry I

an WM M'

You should be in class.

I know what they told you.

Look my mother really is dead,

they saw her twin sister.

What's so funny?

I see who you are, you're a soap opera character

No one ever believes me I

- Can you see me? - Where?

You said I could be a character

and you're not the first.

You like me a little, don't you?

I don't like you at all.

For me you're just a student who risks getting flunked.

I didn't ask you for anything I

Your mother's not dead, is she?

Bye.

- Are you dumb? - Scared you, huh?

- You thought I'd gone - What a fright!

Here.

- You read them? - I don't read that muck

- See, you read them! - What are you saying? Stop it

- Where did you get this? - Why? Isn't it good?

They screwed you

That's strange, I got it in one of the best places in Rome

Where's that best place?

I made it, if you don't like it

No, I do, it's good!

Thank you

The doctor says I'm better,

he'll release me in a couple of days.

Good, right?

Is there a room for me at your house?

What?

Just kidding.

- I guess my mom won't be back. - How do you know! Why say that?

She can't hack it, she just can't.

It's not her fault, she tried.

She didn't even know how to do the shopping.

I did it all.

I'd wake her up, dress her

get her breakfast,

everything.

I can do everything, you know? Even iron.

How can she get along without me?

Who'll take care of her?

What's the matter'?

Nothing I I'm going to the bathroom.

Good morning, professor.

Please sit down.

Angela, you're back I

Yes, professor

I read it.

- Professor? - Ciacca.

I wrote a poem, really a sonnet

Hendecasyllable in alternating rhyme can I read it?

Alright.

"When I look at the future ahead"

my poor beating heart tries to hide,

the sky becomes dark and I dread

the world will then put me aside...

Professor, my pen

Professor, my pen, it's mine, I want it back

Give me my pen back

My Den I

It's my pen

Yeah, this one.

Yin...

ll 'Mum'

it's bigger, larger.

Excuse me.

Can I see that one?

This one? It's red.

Yes, it's red. Don't you have a blue one?

No.

Adam, I expected more from you I'm sorry.

You could have given me a D!

Safyra, I have something for you.

My pen's not here

- What, it's not? - My pen's not here

You can keep these, look what nice pens I

But I want mine back.

Of course.

Got everything?

From there too? Don't wear these.

Is the shirt nice?

It looks good on you

Your hentai comics, with an H.

Brugnoli I

Go on.

Brugnoli, listen...

I even thought about it but I can't keep you.

Not because of you I think you're nice.

I told you, if you were always around, I couldn't take you.

Really!

That's why I never had children,

not even a dog or a cat

Understand?

I'm not cut out for it it's no crime.

But we've become friends understand?

We can see each other when we want.

Understand?

Go, Brugnoli, they're waiting for you

Good evening.

Sorry I'm late.

As you know, we've decided to have these meetings

before you give final grades to be one step ahead.

They're very informal meetings,

but this way, we can tell families about the desperate cases

to avoid later arguments or legal action.

Like saying: "We'd warned you!"

Professor Fiorito is absent for important family reasons.

Family reasons? When did he ever have a family?

Zambardino, please I

He trusts our judgment and especially...

yours, professor Prezioso.

- Ilia? - Yin.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

He says he trusts your judgment very much

Mordini Angela.

She was absent a lot, but is still within the legal limit

so, technically, we could save her.

I wrote a couple of words

"Mordini, absent, unmotivated, distracted

and totally uninterested in the lessons".

Therefore, no chance of making up.

- Do you all agree? - She has too many absences

Even if I wanted to help her, she never comes to class.

I think we can't do anything too.

Alright.

- You're sure? - Yes.

Then we write a statement to her parents

He dedicated the poems to Ippolito Pindemonte.

Who was Ippolito Pindemonte? His translation of the Odyssey...

- What happened? - I don't know, it won't start

Must be the gas.

Stop!

Run!

Leave her alone I

What the fuck's he saying?

Don't worry, it's nothing serious.

He asks if you're my girlfriend.

Yin.

Don't say anything, if someone asks you,

say you found me like this when you got there.

Yeah? Understand?

What will you say, Adam?

When...

Professor I

- Don't you know me? - Angela.

The letter came, drats!

It was Zambardino, she could never stand me

You're good, you tried to help me I know

This is best, what good is school for me?

I found this job.

I'm done in ten minutes will you wait for me,

you can walk me home

Okay.

What is it?

- You still have - Sparkles.

What do you really think of me?

Think I'll ever amount to anything?

Last time you said terrible things I

What did I say?

I won't see you again anyway, right'?

No.

Fin.

So'?

Come on I

".1."

This is my Italian professor.

- Professor Preziosi? - Prezioso.

Angela talks a lot about you.

I should have come to the parents' evening, but how could I?

The house, forget the job

Since my wife passed away...

Guess I did all wrong.

If I'd come, maybe Angela wouldn't have flunked

It's not your fault Dad.

Didn't you offer him anything? Please sit down.

No, I have to go

Excuse me. Goodbye.

Stay in touch, professor.

Alright.

And that one?

It's my mother with my aunt they were 20.

Pretty, weren't they?

Bye, professor.

Elena, here are Fiorito's missing analyzes

Classicism and Romanticism.

Close your notebooks,

forget dates, periods of history,

in case you remember any at all.

There's something in art,

as in nature too,

that reassures us

and something which, instead, torments us,

disturbs us.

We find reassuring a green field full of flowers,

a blue cloudless sky,

but the immobility of a lake disturbs us,

the violence of a storm.

We find calming a Greek statue by Phidias

or, maybe, the Venus DE Milo.

We're dismayed by Friedrich's "The Monk by the Sea",

alone before the immensity of the sea

Excuse me, do you know where section F is?

The stairs on the left, first floor, the hall on the right, last room.

Two eternal emotions in constant struggle:

the search for order and the fascination with chaos

Within this struggle

lives man.

We're in there, you too Ciacca.

Order and disorder.

We look for rules, forms, norms,

but we never grasp the true working of the world

The real form of all that's outside us

just like all that's inside us,

it's an eternal mystery for men.

The inability to resolve this mystery

terrifies us,

forcing us to sway,

between the search for an impossible harmony

and the abandon to chaos.

But when we become aware of the gap

that there is between us and the world, between us and us

between us and God,

then we discover

that we can still feel amazement,

that we can look around ourselves

as if we were really capable of seeing

for the first time.

Good bye.

Always last.

In the Italy of Foscolo, memory has become mute

useless, only the tombs of the great,

those defined as "urns of the strong" are able to...

Allowing the transmission of values showing models...

- How are you doing? - Bad.

- Have you made any friends? - No.

Perfect.

Brugnoli, don't play sly with me.

And don't make that face.

What did you bring me?

What did I bring you?

I'll show you

Keep your hands off.

Translation Charlotte Lantery

subtitles OMBRE ELETTRICHE - Roma