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Guys, the mail's arrived.

Raffaele.

- Aurora. - Thank you.

No problem.

Fru.

- Giuliano, soccer on Thursday? - I'm in a call, sorry...

- Alfredo, soccer on Thursday? - No, Ciro,

- I'm opposed to physical activity. - Ah, that's right. Sorry.

- Soccer on Thursday? - It's here.

- Fabio, Thursday you wanna play... - Ciro, stop it.

You've been asking me for three months, I can't.

I have a ligament problem.

No, no...

What's that?

A surprise for Alessio.

He's not here today. I'll have him find them tomorrow.

Not a word, eh?

Aurora, you know me, you know I'm a very serious person.

I swear to you on my children.

MARIO AND LUCA INVITE YOU TO THEIR WEDDING

Is that what I think it is?

Who's getting married?

A colleague from Milan.

- And who's your plus-one? - No one, why?

No, of course, obviously...

You know, whenever I went to weddings alone,

I always felt the weight of being compared to the couples.

So... nothing, I take a friend.

But that's me, it's not that...

Do you think anyone here would go with me?

You mean here, from the office?

Yes.

Greta, I don't know, it's kind of...

- Marica, speak. - OK.

Right, Fabio split up, but it's like he hasn't.

Raffaele's married, but it's like he's separated.

Giuliano's engaged, but it's like he's dead.

Alessio just split up with Eloise, but it's like it's not over yet,

I mean you can't tell.

And the others are barely presentable.

Alessio... was dating Eloise the influencer?

But they seem to have stayed friends.

In fact, she's meant to come and see him. According to Alessio at least.

But,

if you really need a plus-one, I was kind of thinking...

maybe you could choose based on intelligence.

Let me explain... a couple of months ago,

everyone had to take an attitudinal test and I collected the results,

you know, IQs, that kind of thing...

But Roberta never asked for them. I have them somewhere if you want,

- I can give them to you. - Sure.

They might not have a love life, but at least they'd be intelligent.

I'll be off. If I may.

Gross! Good!

SMALL FISH

Upload a photo and video on the client page

for a post on the influencer's page.

And then three videos for three Stories within a push.

'A birth yourself', so overcoming the model of the perfect woman.

One who accepts her own femininity,

who accepts her own nakedness, unfiltered.

Less sexy plus feminism equals pop.

IQ TEST RESULT 162.

HIS IQ WAS 160.

Wonderful message, Raffaele.

And I'm pleased to give you some good news

about the face for the campaign. We're going to have Eloise.

Yes, I dealt with this myself

thanks to Alessio's friendship.

And despite our budget she didn't tell us to fuck off.

I shared the creative idea with her.

She really liked the message, as did the client

who approved it.

We didn't even discuss...

- Is that OK with you, Greta? - Yes.

Let's confirm her.

So let's go ahead and proceed because we closed at the last minute

and there's a shoot to prepare, so...

Greta, see you in my office.

- I need to talk to you, now. - Of course.

Fabio, I was thinking, for the setting...

- Roberta? - Yes?

I was thinking maybe I could come off this project.

Why?

If it's all closed on the client and talent side...

I'll switch to Grandma Lia and other things, we're really busy.

- That's OK for me. Let's optimize. - OK.

Thank you.

Have you changed your mind?

Yeah. I mean, I don't know...

I imagine this has nothing to do

- with the fact Eloise will be here. - Stop it.

You're withdrawing because you're scared of meeting Alessio's ex.

The truth is you should be clear with him.

Oh, no?

So cute, my little lizard is so cute!

- Do you know what day it is today? - No.

Mind-your-own-fucking-business day.

- Impossible, that was yesterday. - No, I assure you, it's today.

Mind your own fucking business.

Rewinds of inner conflict terrify him.

Oh, be good.

Is this some kind of secret project?

Please, this is an agency where we don't have any secrets. Never.

But don't tell anyone about this.

Don't tell anyone in Milan nor the creatives here.

- You know how creatives are. - There's even a printed brief.

We don't want anything via email. We want an intelligent idea.

They're very complicated clients.

Did Manzini ask you for this?

All I'll say is if they win this bid, they'll be very grateful to you.

- It's a ticket to get home. - A TV commercial.

We need a great idea in two days.

- Are you up for it? - Of course I am.

Go, we're done.

- Go. - Thank you.

Can you come to my office for a moment later?

OK.

Fabio.

Hey, Ciro.

Hello.

It's clear we have a problem.

- No. - In what sense?

Is it because I saw you naked?

I feel strange.

But this thing that happened got me thinking.

Believe me, I didn't want to see you naked nor for you to think I did.

Fabio, you now know what I look like.

But I really didn't want to, believe me.

I was thinking that maybe if I could now see...

That is, if we saw each other naked...

we'd be...

we'd be quits.

It would be... cathartic.

Ciro, we're two adults.

You know that comparison is always wrong.

Just once.

I just think you could get something more from life.

OK.

I'm not leaving you alone, Mario.

But I need a head that can work 48 hours non-stop,

while I deal with the rest, understood?

This is the energy sector, it's a brief that needs brains.

I need a smart mind, one that works, that's fresh and fast.

I used to always sleep on this couch at lunch break.

Marione... 162. Do you know what Einstein's IQ was?

160.

For the next two days I don't want to hear about sleep. Is that OK?

So...

just between you and me, eh?

OK?

Ready?

Don't worry.

On the count of three...

- One. - One.

Two.

Three.

Everything OK?

- It seems to me that now... - Let's call it quits, shall we?

Good.

What the fuck...

Guys,

I've called you all here today because we have a problem.

Two problems, I'd say.

Have you ever asked why we never manage

to organize a soccer game, not even one?

Has no one noticed that Marione's dressed

like a sociologist on a chat show?

All right. Anyway, Ciro, everyone...

- has their own life and things... - Yes, Fabio, I understand...

commitments, work, wife... bullshit! The truth is we're afraid.

And I don't mean we're afraid of defeat on the pitch,

- but in the locker room. - What are you wearing?

This is a common phobia, I've read about it, I've looked into it.

You look terrible.

We're afraid of falling short.

And this fear blocks us and drives us apart, it's normal.

I get it. Guys, what do you want to do?

You don't want to show yourselves...

You can't.

I mean it's indecency.

Fabio, I just wish we were a bit more united.

I get it, Ciro. By getting our dicks out?

Yes.

That's the dumbest idea you've ever had in your life.

- And for that reason I agree. - He's right...

- Well done. OK. - But...

there's an alternative to meeting together

and lowering our pants all at once.

What?

We can take photographs of our penises.

An anonymous collection of dick pics.

No, guys, I'm busy, I've got work to do.

This is a good idea, Fru.

What's a good idea?

But do you really want...

Fabio, it's a digitized atavistic ritual.

- An exhibition. - What we've always done.

- Let's go to work, come on! - Guys...

the time has come.

Let's become penis pals.

Let's do it.

- Let's do it. - Well done.

- Let's do it. - Yes, let's do it.

- This is bullshit. - Let's do it, come on.

What are you doing here?

- TikTok. - Yes.

Mario, you remember you have to work on that project?

Of course.

Anyway she's here.

She really is a bastard...

When's she gonna die?

And I watch you go away

You know, your back's not bad at all

I preferred it above me

A Corona to drown in

All your looks, all your Stories

You keep drinking mineral water

And you don't want to understand

You don't want to listen to me

And you screw up everything...

What a pussy!

If I knew how to go there

To forget you, to forget

Those eyes of yours that now, God

They hurt so much, so fucking much...

There's a smartphone set up in the last bathroom on the left

so we're all in the same light and at the same distance.

Pass it on.

I'm not going.

Why not?

I have to work on something with Greta.

Sorry, Ciro,

I'm too intelligent to spend my time with you guys.

Enjoy your cock sharing.

This way?

He said he's too intelligent to share...

If I knew how to go there

To forget you, to forget...

Water.

...Won't let me fucking breathe

But I can't, and then I go out

And I meet you on the street with an asshole who isn't me

Shit, who isn't me...

Giuliano, the photo, should it be taken at rest

- or... - I'd have thought half and half.

This is making me a little nervous.

Alfredo, the important thing isn't to win, but not to finish last.

Ah!

- What? - Everything OK?

Yes, yes...

The fact you're not working on this does not in any way confirm

- that you want to avoid Eloise. - No, I don't want to avoid her.

The fact you're drinking your fourth coffee of the day

- does not in any way confirm... - It's not that.

It's that I think the campaign's all wrong.

- Correct. - Eloise is all wrong.

Eh, if you...

For a concept about accepting imperfections and flaws

- they call a pussy like her? - True.

Plus I don't like her. She's the usual influencer

who takes advantage of her own body to make a killing on the frustration

- of the desperate. It's all wrong. - Aurora...

They wanted a courageous campaign? You know what that would've been?

Using someone normal, like me.

- But... - Do the campaign with me,

not with Miss Perfect Ass.

Don't tell me she's behind me and heard everything.

- Who? - Eloise.

- Ah, no. - Ah...

Eloise is there.

Aurora...

you are so fucking right.

I'm going to go, let you do your things...

your girl things. Excuse me.

You're not doing the campaign because Aurora told you?

I'm sorry to do this now, but it was a decision made in a hurry.

Between you and me, let's face it...

I'm too much of a pussy for this campaign.

I'd feel like someone who's...

taking advantage of their body to exploit people's insecurities.

Such a beautiful message, so clear.

- That is, in the sense... - I think we need a different figure.

An image that's immediately and unquestionably imperfect.

- For example, Aurora. - Eh?

Eh?

Aurora?

I know she'd agree, she said so.

So Aurora would do the bikini photos?

If we used Aurora, she'd be perfect.

The glasses, the skin blemishes...

that posture...

And I would still be willing to distribute the campaign

- on my social profiles. - Very kind, but we have a contract.

Oh, no problem, I can give up my share of the fee.

- All of it? - Yes.

Well, then, that's different... great!

We'll begin by considering this new campaign as well,

this new mood.

We have a beautiful influencer,

a pussy, as Aurora rightly said,

who steps aside for whom, for what...

for the girl from next door? No,

for an ordinary woman, someone insignificant.

It's a crazy case history.

This seems to me to be a significant creative change, I don't know.

Raffaele?

Perfect.

Ale?

Yes, actually, Auro...

has a beauty that's...

Perfectly imperfect.

Well, guys, so let's work on it, come on.

Make space for art.

The camera's there, isn't it?

You look a little bit above it,

and then fashionista your eyes a bit.

And then you leave your mouth soft, half-open.

And then you look the lens and think, "What the fuck are you looking at?"

Eh?

What the fuck are you looking at?

Like this.

I'm not sure if 'fashionista' is a verb, but thank you.

You're so cool, really.

You have the chance to really demonstrate...

the power of imperfection.

I'm going to see if there are any other models.

What a bitch! She did it deliberately.

She did all this to set me up, it's her revenge.

Aurora... did I ever tell you about how, during the Second World War,

some Russian battalions trained dogs

to slip under enemy tanks with time bombs tied to them?

The training lasted months, and at the first battle the dogs obeyed,

and loaded with explosives they slipped under the tanks,

but the Russian ones, because they'd trained with them.

That is, they were blowing up their own tanks.

What does that have to do with this, sorry?

Nothing, I'd wanted to tell you for a while.

Thanks as always for your help, Fru.

THIS IS GASOLINE

I mean, it's an incredible story.

I did some research and realized

there's no point talking about green energy

given the percentage of wind power they have.

- Because they should invest... - Marione...

we have to write an advert for them,

not change their business plan!

Are you telling me that you spent half a day writing this stuff here?

But I... I don't know what to say... I'm shocked.

15 minutes and we shoot.

This one's nice.

Thank you for all the dicks.

Seven minutes and we shoot.

Five minutes and we shoot.

Auri...

Two minutes to go.

We're ready to shoot...

She said she was coming to you.

Potato chip?

No, thank you.

Are you OK, Mario?

Yes... I think it's psoriasis.

This happened to me once before in London.

You lived in London?

I almost went to the London Business School,

then on the day of the oral interview I didn't go,

and met my cousin in a pub with some Arsenal fans.

Completely drunk at 2 p.m.

I'm sorry.

No. It was the best day of my two weeks in London.

Then I came home and told my folks the interview had gone badly.

And so I started editing wedding videos.

Ah, excuse me...

I have some bad news and some news.

Go.

The bad news is that we can't find Aurora

and the news is that we can't find Eloise either.

Greta... I don't know what you're doing with Marione.

But he doesn't look well, I don't know if you'd noticed.

Greta, don't break Marione for me, eh.

Hey there!

Alessio told me you might be here.

What's up? Changed your mind?

I don't think that's an option.

- And then you yourself said... - Listen,

the things I said, that you heard...

were an outburst, OK?

But why?

The truth is that it annoyed me you being here.

Do you want to know something?

When I was with Alessio I was jealous of you.

And I was right to be as well.

Aurora, you're so strong,

you have this energy, you're smart, you're...

you're funny, awkward...

You're real

and you're beautiful, really.

Wow, I'd never have guessed.

I'm going to do the photos.

Here... we are.

We're now penis pals.

Look... we have normal dicks.

Point to one and say something nice.

One at random, but not your own.

- This one. - This?

- Yes! Yes! - No, Giuliano, no, come on, guys...

Guys, we're learning a really important lesson today.

That we shouldn't be afraid of comparison

and we shouldn't give a damn about the judgment of others.

We're learning that there are no numbers

nor above all rankings that can determine what we really are.

There was an error in the test.

What do you mean, "an error in the test"?

You're not intelligent.

In fact, you're actually...

somewhat below average.

Are you saying that I'm... retarded?

- No, I'm not saying that. - I'm retarded!

Don't get pigeonholed by a test, there are so many

different intelligences, you need to... Where are you going?

I'm going to take a picture of my dick. Goodbye.

Our value doesn't depend on a comparison with others.

We're learning today that we need to accept ourselves.

And that we simply have to live our lives,

the way we want to experience them. Oh, my God!

Hi, guys.

Hello.

I was saying... comparison is a stupid, boorish thing, OK?

It serves no purpose, it's unbelievably trivial...

And so thank you for the proposal, but I can't accept.

- Why not? - We have too much on now.

I thought about it, and we don't have anything particularly strong.

So you're staying here?

OK.

Leave the folder there and go.

OK, down.

Colleagues...

another week is over and we made it to the weekend.

Giacomo Leopardi argued in one of his poems that Saturday

is the most welcome day of the seven.

But compared to us, Giacomo Leopardi was an incurable optimist.

- Hey... - Oh...

Did you see the shoot?

In the end, I even almost enjoyed myself.

I'm actually here because I've wanted to give you these since yesterday.

Do we really have to pretend that nothing happened?

You make out with my ex and I hear from her?

- It's not... - Which then isn't...

It's just... Nothing.

- Enjoy the concert. - Ale.

And the wind will extinguish

The fire that's lit

When I'm in you, when you're in me

We are children of the stars

Children of the night that moves around us

We're children of the stars

We will never stop for anything in the world...

All right, but... at least he's dumb.

We haven't changed the world this week either.

Go and sing.

Jesus, this is a party.

Have I ever told you about the time in 1609

when Admiral Henry Hudson pushed his ship

into an unexplored Arctic bay looking for a passage to Europe?

After a disastrous journey his crew decided to turn back.

So Hudson got into a little boat and continued alone.

Today that bay bears his name.

Unfortunately, he died, as did the rest of the crew.

- What? - Eh, most of them died.

- That's terrible. - Fabio, the truth is

one in a thousand makes it, but are left alone.

The other 999 instead,

at least they go home together.

Like two stars we

Reflected on the waves, we glide

Like two stars...

- Fru? - Eh?

The clients have seen the photos and they say they're no good.

I know, but that's a problem for us in the second season.

If they let us make it.

Otherwise we're ruined.

Goodbye, girl, see you

I won't forget you

Wherever you will be Wherever I will be

We are children of the stars

Children of the night that moves around us...

Subtitles: Issaverdens - Rome