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You let me get lice three times.

You make me sleep with a smelly kid.

You let the nuns beat me everyday

and you don't send my mom for me, nohow.

But since I'm a good kid,

I'll give you another chance.

Ready?

Take this!

You scoundrel!
What did you do?

- You brought the crucifix here?
- You said Jesus is my friend.

- I'm playing with him.
- Playing? You broke his arm.

He asked me to, could I say no?

You won't even get into Hell.

Not even the devil wants you.

Good, I don't need nobody anyway.

- Hear me? Nobody!
- Come here!

Come here, you scoundrel!
Come here.

Come here, Gustavo!

Where are you taking me?

Let go of me!

Everybody go.

Go!

I said let go!

You don't need anybody?

We'll see.

I promise I'll be good.

Brazen bastards!

Open up!
I'll raise hell when I get out.

Hear me? I'll raise hell!

Gustavo!

What do you want?

Did you really steal the crucifix?

How are you?

Just great, seventh heaven.

If you're hungry, eat this!

Get outta here!

Clear out!

When I get out, I'll beat you bloody.
Hear me? I'll beat you bloody!

I'll smash your faces!

Decree-Law 196/2003, still in force,
known as the 100-year law, states:

in the case of
a child unacknowledged at birth,

information on the biological parents

can be divulged only after
the one hundredth year of age.

The Most Wonderful Century of My Life

Hello?

President, sir, good evening.

Yes, we're all set.

I've already calculated,

and considering
that Rome to destination is 569 kms,

that's a 6-hour drive,
with present traffic conditions.

By day, on the E35 of course not,
that's why I'm leaving at night.

Naturally.
Thanks a lot, President, sir.

Best of luck!

Thanks.

Sister Grazia?

Giovanni Andreasi, a pleasure.
We spoke...

Hello,
I hope the journey was pleasant.

Absolutely, I even made it
an hour ahead of time.

In fact, he's still preparing.

You can wait in the courtyard,
there are benches.

- I'll be with you shortly.
- All right.

While waiting,
I'd like to thank you personally...

Of course. On behalf of the Association
I'd like to thank you

for your extremely valuable helpfulness.

This encounter today
is the most important of my life.

- I'm absolutely contrary.
- To what?

What are you doing?

I'm taking that.

- This?
- Yes.

Isn't it a little too much?

That tuxedo is 60 years old.

I had it made when I met Rita.

Well...

You preferred to leave her
to the Prince of Qatar, eh?

But that's another story.

Yes!
I like it every time you tell it.

And so...

Wait.

There's a cardboard box in there.

- This?
- Put it here.

Sit down.

Open it.

Underneath there should be
a yellow envelope.

Open it.

Here.

- What are you doing?
- Get braces for your son.

No, I can't!

I even have to beg you?

Don't worry.

I'll return it to you when you get back.

I understand all your reasons, but...

It was very nice of you
to feel responsible

but...

it might be a bit imprudent to leave.

Sister Grazia...

The Almighty called me,

who am I to say no to Him?

Huh?

Besides, my mother

is in Paradise, she's watching me.

"See that one down there?
That's my little Gustavo.

"He's the one
who got that law changed.

"My son.

"What a bitch I was!

"I didn't even want to meet him!"

Gustavo!

She wasn't in Paradise.

She wasn't in Paradise...

How do you feel today?

- Hello, sister!
- Hello, my dear, how are you?

Fine.

Here's your escort.

Hello, Mr. Diotallevi, sir.

I'm Giovanni Andreasi,
from the Association.

These flowers

are a gift from the Association
for your trouble...

I'll take them
and put them in a nice vase

so they'll be in your room
when you return.

They're just a token
to thank you for your gift, sir,

what you'll do tomorrow
at the meeting with the Minister.

Sister Grazia
has already explained everything.

You know the situation well.

For us at the Association
it's an honor, sir, that you're on board,

all of us being in the same boat,
so to speak, us and you.

Gustavo?

Rightly so...

I realize we've caused
some inconvenience,

in fact, with Sister Grazia
there was a bit of confrontation.

She wished to express to me

your commitment and enthusiasm
for the cause we all are tackling.

Mr. Gustavo, you don't know
how long we looked for you.

Your search was shit.

Your search was shit-all.

I've been here for ten years.

- That's true...
- No sugar!

No carbohydrates, no cold cuts.

And it goes without saying,
no alcohol!

Don't worry, I'm a teetotaler.

Even wanting to...

- Make sure he sits to pee.
- Of course.

- He might fall.
- Rest assured.

I thank you again...

Here are his pills,
he must absolutely take them.

Thank you again for everything.

- May the Good Lord protect you.
- He will.

We're fighting for a just cause.

Let me say goodbye to those bitches.

Mr. Gustavo, the Association President
has some very nice words:

"We are all in a struggle
against an invisible life sentence".

You are a turning point for us at ACABP.

What's ACABP?

The name of the Association:

National Association of Adopted
Children and Biological Parents.

Must be for the money.

No, the Association is fighting
for a denied fundamental right.

You must know that Italy
is the only country in the world

that has an absurd, obsolete law

establishing that a child
not recognized at birth

has no right to know the name
of its mother, history, origin

before the age of 100.

The law we want to propose
in Parliament,

on which I personally collaborated,
harks back to the French model.

Basically, a compromise between
the mother's right to anonymity

and the child's right to know.

In this way, Italy would finally
be in line with all the other...

- No, it was...
- You tickled me.

It was just to...

Do you go dancing?

No, I don't like to dance much.

As a young man I frequented
the best nightclubs on Via Veneto.

How I could dance!

See...

At Via Boncompagni 12
there's the JO.

I'm hungry.

Me too, a little,
but just be patient so...

At my age
I can't allow myself patience.

It's just a waste of time.

In 70 kms we'll be in Bologna
where we'll dine at the Poggi Inn.

There's no sea in Bologna!

No, in Bologna... what's there?
There's Bologna.

We're going to the sea.

- The sea? I don't understand.
- We're going to the sea, eh?

- I'd like that, but it's not on the way.
- I want to go to the sea.

- I understand, but I can't help you.
- I want to go to the sea.

I want to see water,
a stream, a brook, a puddle.

I want to go to the sea!

A problem?

No! I mean...

Why get upset, we'll find a solution.

Right, find one.

Find a solution.

If not, take me back
where you got me.

Understand?

We'll find a place
that suggests the sea.

Seek and you'll find.

Do you have a sweetheart?

A girlfriend?

Why do you ask?

Are you a fruit?

No... I'm not a fruit.

Relax, I've known many
who love peckers just like you!

I just wanted to know
why you're asking.

Anyway, I had a girlfriend,
then things end.

How do you say, are you binary?

- I'm not binary either.
- You like a little of this and that?

- All right!
- Go both hill and dale?

- Have two feet in a shoe?
- As you like.

Here we are.

Smell the freedom!

What freedom!

Careful!

Have you ever been in jail?

In jail?

No.

Have you?

I'd go there to sleep.

- See...
- See what?

Ask why!

It's an expression... Why?

The nuns kicked you out
of boarding school at 16

and you had to find a place to sleep.

So, we slept in the juvenile jail,
in the free cells.

That's why.

What can you know?

What can you hope to know?

Anyway, I had a girlfriend.

Then she left me.

She was plainish, come on!

Who can take on a drag like you?

But she was intelligent,
in fact, she dumped you.

Listen, Mr. Gustavo,
we've known one another for... 3 hours?

- An eternity!
- Okay!

The personal facts of mine you talk
about, date back more than 3 hours.

You talk about my personal life
but you know nothing about it.

- I have intuition.
- Surely.

I invite you to talk about what concerns
our encounter, without digressing.

What's that?

It's the alarm for your pills.

- Give them to me.
- No, they were entrusted to me.

Give them to me,
or call Sister Grazia

and say I want to return
to them, dead!

Calm down.

Here are the pills.

Some water.

A straw.

Sip it, it's cold.

I'm fooling around!

He's fooling around...

I made tea with this cold water
in the Russian Campaign.

With a samovar.

Fine, after this historical anecdote
you wanted to gift me,

- I'll take the pills back...
- I'm keeping them.

So, gentlemen.

- For the gentleman.
- Thank you.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you.

What's this piss?

It's the diet indicated to me
by Sister Grazia and your nurse.

Alina was born
in the province of Bucharest.

Can anyone born in the province
of Bucharest understand food?

What do I know?
Certainly yes and certainly no.

There are people in Bucharest
who know food

and Romanians who don't know food,
like all peoples.

And that's not a typical Bucharest dish
proposed by Chef Alina.

It's part of your diet suggested to me,

actually, indicated by
Sister Grazia and Alina.

- Anyway it's an excellent soup.
- Eat it yourself.

I want linguini with lobster.

Lingiuni with lobster
are part of those foods...

Get me linguini with lobster
or I'll stand up

and raise hell!

Relax, sit down,
there are people here.

We're making a scene...
Miss?

Could we have a small portion
of linguini with lobster?

Whole wheat, if possible.

- I'm sorry the kitchen has just closed.
- The kitchen has closed.

- Could we have some bubbly?
- No problem.

- What's your name?
- Rosa.

Rosa...

Merci beaucoup, Rosa.

Merci!

She speaks French!

The flower was the restaurant's...
merci beaucoup !

Enjoy your meal.

Enjoy your meal.

Miss?

- Could I have some oil?
- Yes!

Thank you, we switched plates.

- You've been eyeing her?
- Who?

You've been eyeing her,
I noticed.

Bread, oil, cheese...

- The young lady, the waitress?
- The young lady, the waitress, yes.

- No, I ask for things like all diners.
- Now you have to do something.

Get up,

go to her and...

nonchalantly,

reach for her buns.

Put your hand down!

Hand down!

There are families and children.

What metaphor is that, sexually?

Don't you like buns?

Get up and say to her: "Excuse me, Miss,
may I have your number?"

- That's a little better.
- You like it, eh?

We'll surely do that.

- Go.
- One day I will.

Go, I'm serious!

I'll never do that.

- No?
- No one would ever stage that scene.

And I won't talk to the Minister.

Understand?

These challenges of yours, coercions,

I don't like calling them coercions...
what's the point?

What do you obtain from the fact,
if I should do it?

- Why?
- Why?

Because I'm unable to.

In this way, all European countries,
and so Italy as well,

will be aligned under
a single jurisdiction

regarding the treatment...

of abandoned children...

I have to make the dragon cry.

You need a bathroom?

Since we've just started out,
the ideal would have been...

- The dragon doesn't warn you.
- Yes, rightly so!

If you could please wait
until we reach a service area...

Hurry, or I'll pee in the car.

- No, let's try to avoid...
- Turn there.

You're sure it's best to do it here
rather than seated in some...

Did Sister Grazia tell you that?
Am I a nun?

It wasn't Sister Grazia who told me.

- Just shut up!
- Seeing you haven't the mobility...

To do...

Yes?

- I'll brace you.
- Let's go!

- What should I do?
- I sure don't have three arms.

Come on.

I was joking!

- So you'll do it?
- I'll do, I'll do...

Not knowing the dynamics...

- As long as the thing...
- Now I'll let go.

On three, I'll let go.

One and two...

- Careful!
- I let go. Pull up.

Pull up, brace me.

Com'on, please.

Here it is, but I can't do it.

You make me feel embarrassed.

- Are you looking?
- No, what do I do, move back?

- Turn around.
- I'll turn like this.

Turn all the way. Right.

- Brace me, eh?
- Of course!

- Steady, eh? Here it is!
- Yes, lean on me.

- I thought that...
- Brace me!

- If you can, with the other hand grab...
- Wait!

Quiet, it's coming!
Hear it...

You hear it?

- Hear it?
- Hear what?

What are you two doin'?

Who is it?

Sorry, I'm with an elderly gentleman,
he had this call of nature.

- Hey, he's pissin'!
- I'm pissin' a drop of water, you idiot!

But it's my vineyard.

He didn't ruin anything edible,
it's an insignificant amount.

- I ask for a little clemency.
- No matter, he's old.

Then fuck off, the both of you!

- Thank you.
- All this wine will turn to vinegar!

Wait.

- I don't know where...
- Brace me.

Brace me, not you.

Are you all right?

I don't give a fuck
about changing this law.

Mr. Gustavo, what's the problem?

I accepted just to get away
from that purgatory.

I wanted to go to Rome.

But once I've done what you want,

you'll do what I want.

Or find yourself another centenarian.

There are lots around. No, right!

I'm the only one, eh?

Let's do like this,
we'll talk in the car.

We'll talk in the vineyard,
stand there.

Explain the problem,
what do you need?

Remember one thing very well.

I don't want to know
anything about my mother.

I won't be a sad case before
the Minister.

Understand? I'll raise hell!

Mr. Gustavo...

Mr. Gustavo, no one will take
you anywhere to be a sad case.

- No sad case.
- No? And what do you call it?

A 100-year-old man gone gaga
crying before the Minister

because he's still looking for his mother,
what the fuck do you call him?

A hero, who with his testimony,
his age,

can change the lives
of other 400 thousand people

who can rediscover their stories.

Is that what you call it?

If you're tired, I could drive.

I thank you.

It's an excellent idea, but...

- It's no trouble, eh?
- I don't doubt it.

I can take over,
no one's on the road.

Even if there were traffic,

your idea is so wise and appropriate,

why would I object?

I imagine you have a license.

Me?

- I used to.
- You used to!

But I know how to drive.

I don't doubt it.

On the way back, I'll let you drive.

Being funny? I was a racing driver
at the Vallelunga speedway.

Mr. Gustavo...

- I went to night clubs, I'd dance...
- And then you'd drive.

Then...

the next morning
I'd go racing at Vallelunga.

With all due respect,

I believe those are three pastimes
which at your age,

can pass into the sphere of memory.

You cannot drive the car.

Be reasonable, come on!

Tell me, is there even one person
in your life

who has found you likable for 5 minutes?

I mean, because, I'm shitting bricks...

Makes you want to get out
and take a lonely walk.

Luckily, you don't walk.

What is this fucking bell?

It's your pills again.

- I'll get the canteen.
- Not the canteen, give me the pills.

- You have them.
- Take them out, don't tick me off.

You insisted, albeit angry,
to keep them yourself.

I gave you my trust,
an error I sorely regret.

- How can I go back now?
- Make up something.

What can I make up?
We've gone past...

Now I have to find a pharmacy.

You're not feeling well?

Not at all.

The pills...
you obviously don't know the names.

Me? I don't even remember yours.

I know, Sister Grazia, but it was
neither his fault nor mine,

there was a problem.

If you give me the names,
we're right outside a pharmacy.

Ending in L, Metforal?

Sotalex, I remembered that, 200.

Sobrepin suppositories...
only suppositories?

Then tell me in packets.

But you have to tell me these things,
you can imagine.

I found them all, but I'm keeping them.

What are those?

You wanted the pills?

- Where were they?
- In your bag.

- No, where were they?
- They were here.

In the car? Where?

I have to take the green one?

I need water.

Mr. Gustavo, meantime
let me check the indications.

Water...

Let's not lose the cap.

The straw...

I'll help you.

Let me check if it's the right one.

Yes, the green one.

Fu... oh, no!

- Gustavo, why do that?
- It's soup.

How can it be soup?
It's water in your antebellum canteen!

- It's not a cocktail.
- It's warm.

Tell me afterward, don't just spit.

Swallow it and take your pills.

- Go get fresh water.
- All right.

Slightly effervescent.

Hello, one coffee.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Your saturation is good.

- No other solution?
- Sorry, the vehicle has been confiscated.

The gentleman has no license
and look at the damage!

I realize.

He's all right?
I mean, like he was before?

Yes, the parameters for his age
are perfect.

But he has to rest.

Goodbye, thanks so much.

- Bye, Letizia.
- Goodbye, Gustavo.

May I?

How are you?

See?

- See where I brought you?
- Yes, nice.

Very nice.

- You have clam-digger pajamas?
- Yes, for travel.

However, I believe I understand you.

You pretend you don't care
about anyone or anything,

but it's just because you've suffered.

You were abandoned like me,
we were unfortunate.

That's why I feel I can't be your enemy,
despite what you did today.

Because you and I are cradle brothers,
this fight is ours.

If you want to vent out,
also about your story,

I am here.

- What are we?
- Cradle brothers.

It's what we call ourselves within...

Would you like to get up?

- No.
- Better?

Turn that thing off.

Do you really think that's the problem?

Yes, because if a person doesn't know
where he comes from,

he's an incomplete person.

Our President always says

an atrocious truth
is better than darkness.

I don't give a damn
what the President says.

Where was this mother
you insist on looking for?

Where was she
when you woke alone at night

crying because you were scared?

Where was she
when you took your first step?

Your first tooth.

Where was she
when you fell in love for the first time?

Where was she
when the plainish girl left you?

A mother is there,
she's there when you need her.

Why do you need her now?

I need her so I can know my story,

to know who I really am.

Do you really need your mother
to know who you are?

You want me to believe

that in 100 years you've never once said:

"I want to know who my mother is,
her name, her work,

"how old she was when I was born?"

If you look like her or have siblings?

You've never, in 100 years, wondered?
I don't believe it.

For me to know what I've become,

it's enough to know the life I led.

Take this thing off me.

Get my net in the beauty case.

- It's for your hair?
- No, for my ass.

- For my hair!
- I imagined so.

Put it on me.

Wait, I've never used one.

On my forehead.

If you need anything,
these are connecting rooms.

I'll leave you, I have things to do.

Rita!

You sleeping?

Yes, what is it?

We had fun today, eh?

Yes.

But let's sleep now,
tomorrow we'll wake up rather early.

- Then, good night.
- Good night.

Good night.

Oh, are you sleeping?

No, I was.

I'd sleep if you didn't wake me.
What is it?

I just thought of something

and wanted to tell you.

What?

But if you're sleeping...

I'll tell you tomorrow, good night.

Good night.

But if you want, I'll tell you.

Tell me this thing and let's sleep.

Think if you open that door

and find your mother.

She looks at you

and tells you to fuck off!

Was that the thing?

- Knocked you flat out!
- Then, good night.

Mama!

- Hello.
- Thank you.

Thank you, you can pack the car.

Pleased to meet you, I'm Gianna.

A pleasure, enchanté !

Gustavo Diotallevi.
Giovanni has spoken a lot about you.

I'm very happy to meet you.

- Hi.
- Thank you for coming.

I told you not to take this road.

Last night, on the way,
it just got a little narrow.

- Relax.
- I can't.

Then be agitated, but quietly.

Gustavo is sleeping.

At night, of course there's no traffic,
during the day, it's a real mess.

At rush hour, on the road you wanted,

we'd have spent a fortnight,
maybe a semester.

- I know what you're planning.
- You do?

You're boycotting me.

- Where are you going?
- I'd say to get gas.

But even looking at the fuel gauge,
you wouldn't believe it.

You're right,
it's all part of my diabolical plan.

Hello, President, sir?

Yes.

I know, look...

I can only say I'm mortified.

We were prepared to face
all but this dreadful landslide of events.

It came a bit out of...

Mr. Gustavo is fine,
that's not the problem.

If, for problem, we intend...

I thank you for the forbearance,

but again, I'm truly mortified not to
have been at the preliminary meeting.

Very well, until later.

Always at your disposal.

I'm here!

I should...

The dragon again?

- I understood everything.
- What?

- About you and Giorgia.
- Gianna.

Like they say:
"True love never did run smooth".

Beautiful woman.

How old is she, fortyish.

She's 55.

Could never tell.

And what melons!

- Like 'em mature?
- Cut it out.

Like 'em expert!
The same with me and Rita.

That was more difficult,
it meant cuckolding a prince, no less.

Is she a widow?

- Is she a widow?
- Now, listen...

I can overlook
that you disintegrated a cafe,

that you've hit really hard
to drive me crazy and trash

the most important event of my life,
the Association and people like yourself,

but Gianna, no.

- Why not?
- Gianna, as a courtesy, no.

No.

Thank you.

- You're unwinding now?
- No wise-guy quips!

I don't like it.

You're familiar with this area, true?

You should know

the Latin ghetto was once here.

We'd go to... Understand?

My father said the same thing.

Why are you here?

Who is it?

What tone is that? You were
excoriating yourself in the shower.

- I've been chatting with the young lady.
- Don't be concerned.

Giovanni doesn't like me to come here.

I've fixed lunch,
shall I leave it outside the door?

Are we in prison?

No, why?

- Where do you live?
- Upstairs.

Now I see how you met this loony!

We'll gladly come if you invite us.

- Good!
- Out of the question.

Oh, come on,
she graciously offered lunch.

With pleasure, we accept.

- When it's ready, call us.
- It's ready, I'll be upstairs.

It's ready!

It's ready!

Ask first maybe!

- I imagine you follow a diet.
- Oh, goodness!

But a misstep sometimes lengthens life.

- We won't tell a soul.
- No!

Mr. Gustavo...

A drop of red wine?

Where have they been hiding you?

Yes, please!

Ah, yes.

That's him and Massimo,
my husband.

Always his greatest passion, traveling.

So,

last year, on September 12th, he left

on a journey
where we can't reach him.

At least for now.

But he fought like a lion for a year.

Massimo and I made many mistakes.

When we adopted Giovanni,
he was a baby.

Then when he grew,

Massimo and I decided

to wait to give explanations,
he wasn't asking,

and we didn't explain.

He began calling us mama and papa.

I can't describe the emotion.

Massimo and I
looked at one another and said...

there's time.

When Massimo became ill,
we decided to tell him.

He listened, he didn't say a word,

but we'd dealt him a mortal blow.

I have to tell you something.

As a child, if I imagined my mother,

I imagined her like you.

You're so handsome.

I was wearing this tuxedo the day...

I met Rita.

Your girlfriend?

Let's say so.

And now...

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

No...

Sit down.

The lasagna was good.

Your girlfriend cooks well.

She's not my girlfriend.

Are you in a hurry?

Here's the cradle brother
we've been expecting.

- Another?
- The President of the Association.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

- I cannot but thank you.
- Don't mention it.

We have two gifts for you, this...

What is it?

Your card as honorary member
of the Association.

- Beautiful thought.
- Thank you so much.

- And there's another thing.
- Another!

It's for you, from the Association.

With this,
you can go where you want.

Do you like it?

Yes, I like it very much.

As Minister, I'd like to apologize
on behalf of this country

for this barbaric,
unconstitutional law.

It strikes me how, at your age,
the emotion is still alive

and the desire intact
to discover your origins.

You can't imagine how much!

What would you have liked to say
to your mother in all these years?

Many things...

Go closer.

Many things.

But many years have passed
and I've forgotten them.

For instance, would you like
to know the life she led?

Yes...

the life she led.

Mr. Diotallevi, this belongs to you.

It's your file.

You can open it, if you like.

I'd like to thank all the members

of the Association.

- Mama's name's here?
- Yes.

Her headstone can cuddle me.

I...

I'm 100 years old
and have never looked for my mother,

should I start now?

But I feel I should say something.

Giovanni,

children don't belong
to those who give them birth,

they belong to those
who love and raise them.

For children

we have to make hot oatmeal
and wipe their butts.

That said,

this file...

I return it to the sender.

Please, excuse me.

President, sir!
I'm mortified.

If you'll allow,
we could speak to the Minister...

No, you've already done enough.

The Diotallevi case, I believe...

Breathe.

- I told you I wouldn't...
- Be quiet!

I've been listening
to your bullshit for two days.

- Now be quiet.
- You're finally saying what you think!

You could have taken that fucking file
and instead of that scene,

"Thank you, I'm not up to it,
I'm bashful..." some fucking thing.

You're good at bullshit,
instead you went for sensation.

Return it to the sender,
what the fuck does that mean?

You don't give a shit about yourself
or anyone else.

And that's why
you'll die alone in that hospice.

Buddy, we all die alone.

- It's you who can't get it.
- What can't I get?

- About your mother.
- My mother?

Yes, think I didn't realize
she was your mother?

My mother told me bullshit all my life.

They had a thousand chances
to tell me the truth, but they didn't.

Because they said
they were your father and mother?

They lied to you
because they love you!

- Stay still with that cane!
- They love you!

If you love, you make mistakes,
remember that!

If you love, you make mistakes.

You should have hugged your mother!

Hear me? Hugged her!

- Understand?
- Fuck off, Gustavo!

You finally told someone to fuck off.

There he is.

It's easy to be a handsome youth,

but it's very difficult
to be a handsome old man.

Gustavo,
the kid who called earlier is here.

Have him come in.

Is this where you wanted to come?

Sit down.

Well?

- See?
- Yes.

Sir, I apologize
for exaggerating earlier.

Haven't we cut formalities?

- I've cut formalities?
- Sometimes you do, others you don't.

Okay then,
sorry if I overdid it there.

Anyway...

we have to go home.

I am home.

Gentlemen.

- Do you like champagne?
- Yes.

- That's enough.
- Enough?

Please.

- Pass me the cigar.
- It's an exaggeration.

Just the scent.

Gustavo, we'll toast now,

but then we have to leave.

Remember,
Gustavo Diotallevi has just one word.

Cheers.

- I've learned to drink without a straw.
- I see that.

I'll do that.

You know...

maybe I should have opened that file.

You said you didn't give a damn
about your mother.

Well... I told a lie.

Don't you ever tell lies?

Take it easy!

It's good!

Do I open it?

Wait, give me another drop.

Pour.

Another sip, come on!

Do I open or not?

Go on.

Her name is... it was

Fernanda

Fernanda Sciccolone.

Fernanda Sciccolone.

Fernanda Sciccolone?

Fernanda...

A name that's a bit...

Fernanda today... It's not bad.

No?

Fernanda Sciccolone,
it has its own musicality, it's nice.

Maybe they called her...

Chic...

Nanda Chic!
It could have been a nickname.

It also says here when and where...

where she was born.

In Bassano Del Grappa.

Did you know that?

It also says

where, alas, she rests.

Let's have a last toast.

Another toast.

To Fernanda.

Call someone!

I'm sorry!

How are you feeling?

We had fun today, huh?

Yes.

Listen...

get some rest now.

They want to take me back
to the nuns.

Just rest now.

Listen, before going back to the nuns,
we had to do something, eh?

Yes.

Get my tuxedo.

- Sorry!
- What are you doing?

- Yes?
- The gentleman is hospitalized.

Yes...

- He's in therapy.
- Yes...

- Have you been authorized?
- Yes.

- You'd best go back inside.
- Okay.

- You'd best go inside.
- Yes, thank you, now...

Giovanni!

Where did he go? Giovanni!

Hi, Ma.

You didn't expect me, eh?

Now that I've found my mother,

I wonder who my father was.

We have to investigate.

Don't get carried away.

But not now,
when you get out of jail!

Don't forget you abducted me.

- Now let's have lunch with Gianna.
- Yes, let's go eat.

Let's eat, then we'll do everything.

There's time.

How do you feel?

Just great!

In seventh heaven.

400,000 children
are not acknowledged at birth,

they are still waiting for a law

that guarantees
the right to one's origins.

In 2012 the European Court
condemned the 100-year law stating

that it tramples two fundamental rights
of every human being:

the right to the knowledge
of one's personal identity

and the right to health
and the awareness of family pathologies.

The Most Wonderful Century of My Life

for Massimo and Gianna,
my parents

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