Original subtitles

Music from the radio

haunting music by iv

they kiss.

Do not look at them.

They are engaged?

I do not know.

Mom!

We must come down.

- Where? - At our stop.

Let's take another ride?

Yup.

Make beautiful dreams.

Footsteps.

- Mom! Pope! - Max.

Let's go to your room. We take care of the child.

- Where's mum? - Did he feel bad.

Take it!

Maximum!

Pope!

Love.

of the economic miracle...

I want to see my mother.

With dad.

- Then let's go to the hospital. - Tomorrow... tomorrow dad said.

But today is already tomorrow.

Music playing in the background.

Happy new year to all!

Noise barrels.

You are a...

Exulted

best wishes! Happy new year!

- Happy new year! - Massimo!

Best wishes.

- Happy new year... - Best wishes!

- We did not want to wake you. - Best wishes.

Maximum.

- Good morning. - Hello.

Belle these roses. They are for the mother who is in the hospital.

Shall we?

- But where? - Let's go.

Come here.

Sit down.

Now my mother is your Angelo custode.

It was time to ask god for permission to fly up there...

And protect you better.

God has been satisfied.

He called him.

But as he called...

He just asked?

Yup..

How does he know if mom asked him to god?

- I do not believe it. - Now mom is in heaven.

- There are better off than us. - I want to go there myself.

- We are not the ones to decide. - I want to see her.

When the time comes...

It can not be gone as well without even saying goodbye!

Stop it.

We want to go for a prayer for mom?

Lord.

Splenda to it perpetual light he rest in peace. Amen.

The lord is with you.

Have mercy.

All life beside me.

For charity. Do not leave me.

Stay with me...

From radio "stay with me" domenico modugno

love.

Do not leave me..

Let me suffer ..

Let me crazy ..

Let me damn ..

Let me crazy ..

I die for you..

I live for you..

Life of my life...

In the background "stay with me" domenico modugno

by. He studies.

My life..

I do not care of the past ..

I do not care who had vi ..

Stay with me... with me!

- Ii newspaper. - Yup.

Come.

It is in heaven.

Take heart.

Maximum.

You're not the first and will not be the last.

And why?

In there there's mom.

- You'll see that slowly... - Mom is not there.

Of course! What do you say?

All right? Let's see if there is.

What do you say?

Go call up.

You start.

Maximum. There is a blessing.

Come.

No!

O signore.

to the repentant thief...

Lead in heaven our sister.

Maximum!

Be merciful to this defunct...

Do not impute to condemn what he did in this life...

- Our lord. - Amen.

Music playing in the background

wake up.

Wake up! Wake up!

Mom!

They are taking away.

Be with my son.

Mom!

Go out!

Mom!

Belphegor! Belphegor!

Help me and I will serve you for a lifetime.

Indistinct voices

maximum!

- Maestra. - Good morning.

Lady teacher.

Close the door please.

- Bertrand! - Absent.

Blessed!

Mouth?

Eat all another.

I do not feel like.

It 'a shame to leave.

- You have a lot of homework? - Already done.

Fans choir

come on!

Power.

Wait.

Fans choir

ole!

- Come on! - Power!

Here.

The supporters went crazy

bull! Bull!

Bull! Bull! Bull!

A random rebound from the field and the ball center is collected by squalls...

That carries on with his usual vehemence...

In a rather rambling.

Try a dribble then turns on itself...

He leaves the ball in the housing puia away from his penalty area.

Then again carelli...

What are pushing forward.

They can not stop...

The offensive of the owners...

Push the incessant encouragement of the city.

And finally here moschino to illuminate the action...

With a lift to room.

Moschino has little hair on his head, but the whole brain.

Room! Still room!

Network!

- Net! - Want to get sick?

Puia rejoices with his comrades.

- His raid was decisive... - Stop it! Go to bed.

Power.

Under the blankets.

And it starts with the bull to take a 1 or! Go!

Come.

This is my greatest son.

Maximum.

Say hello.

Hello..

- Mita today will live with us. - And where do I sleep?

With me..

Keep well. Thank you.

Eerie background music.

Roar - shouts from TV

Belphegor.

- You can turn it to me? - Because?

Mom always did.

Next.

Do not you finish it?

"Everything is attracted to the earth by gravity.

Do an experiment."

Bell.

I have to talk to her.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

I got it?

My lord.

- I thought about it... - To what?

Good evening.

Come a time.

Massimo... then?

Wheezing gas

you'd better tell me the truth.

Do you realize that you could kill someone?

Because?

What is that smell?

We open the windows!

Save me.

Save me! Save me!

Music from TV.

- Bella party! - What a wonderful party...

All they do for us!

They make for us!

- But what a day! - But what a day...

- Lively! - Viva! Viva! Viva!

I wonder who sent you... To play for us!

Only for us!

- What cannonball! - What guns...

- As a serenade! - Viva! Viva! Viva!

Who wants to sing you can book...

To make a nice chorus with me!

What music teacher!

You have found the right way to stardom.

What music teacher!

This beautiful symphony of the world will change.

Come!

Long live the holidays if you are in a month percent more!

No... I can not make your mom.

Sunday is a holiday... It is never Monday ..

There is a witch...

I cheated on you.

Ia more competent... ..Vive so well ..

Bell

bell

- good evening. - Good evening.

I do not need any more.

It has a month to vacate the apartment before the deed.

If the advance of the mobile can give you the address of a warehouse.

I am small objects.

Ie letters...

The photos.

- The useless things. - There's stuff!

He knows where to find me.

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

I'll see you.

Music playing in the background

by TV rumors

from our divers.

His excellent placement from the diving board.

We follow the execution.

And here Klaus biasi...

Once again the gold medal platform.

Italians at the Olympics.

Ten, eleven, twelve... Eighteen...

Nineteen...

Twenty... twenty-six... Thirty two...

Items not audible

voice inaudible - whistle

Out! Come on!

On!

Maximum! Come on!

Thank you.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Follow me as well.

In the piano room.

Maximum?

- Good morning. - Come.

Sit down.

- You're up. - Yup.

The friend of Henry heart.

- You're very polite. - Thank you.

And also nice.

Almost like Henry.

Maximum?

Enough.

A lot.

In my life I love my son.

I'm sure you will have a beautiful life.

I have to protect it at least until twenty years...

But smoke. Disgraceful!

We go into the lair of the wolf.

Rock music.

She sings in English

Henry!

Maximum!

Mom!

Get lost!

Street!

High rock music volume on the stereo

turns the stereo up?

- Pgrché treat her so? - It's a pain in the ass.

- Sorry. - I can not stand her.

- Come. - Your house is beautiful.

Forget my house. Look at my records.

King crimson...

And the rolling stones.

This is the original cover.

Ia snack!

There!

Thank you.

- Do you even take your shoes off? - So?

Leave us alone. Nonsense!

Go away! You have taken the worst of your father.

That murderer!

Speak French.

He speaks French

do not touch!

I'm stronger.

I am the strongest in the world!

Just give up.

I give up!

Come here.

- 'You can not win. - 'Yes.

It hurts! It hurts... I give up.

I swear.

Maximum. Here.

Thank you.

And you up when you go to see mom?

Henry told me that he lives in New York.

A native.

She sings in French

music in the background

this does not improve the dribble berti...

Or the shot of bahian head.

We'd be curious to know the opinion of matarrese.

Let's go back to the adders to enjoy napoli. Lazio.

Without the suspended gentlemen and florins instead of eranio...

The genoa hard to set up the game...

Because the field of napoli center in constant pressing...

Scampanellio recite a mantra

but the two of us are together or not?

Here's your image.

Always in a corner.

But no!

Why do not you go live in a cave?

Ringing cell

ready?

I'm with agnese.

We are going...

Now where? Where are you?

He?

- There is killing. - Fuck!

know you are interested.

Fly.

Please? I take a taxi.

In an hour I'll join you. I do not know where I go.

- - You are welcome.

- Please, take a seat. - Thank you.

Applause in a street bar trastevere...

Applause fiumicino airport from where this morning...

read it in the face...

And you want to do well the actor!

I cover you?

Maximum.

Sorry.

What happens? Ii usually jerk who does not want to pay.

- Athos? - Arriva.

We see here to close this painful scene.

Why come here to play if you do not have a penny?

The cover you its debt which is almost everything with me.

I'm glad to meet you. My pleasure.

Eh? Come.

She likes them? And a silly question.

Please, take a seat.

President.

- Massimo! - Hello.

Ii poker is beautiful.

But if winning or losing is the same thing that the point?

That's why I like to play with those four scoundrels.

I have in front of men who can not afford to lose.

Instead I could lose a billion and would not change anything.

Today, the stock market has lost 300 billion... tac! Gone up in smoke!

But they had never existed.

Those yes.

Thousand pounds of paper.

- He's got her a thousand lire? - Yup.

I weigh.

These are real.

Rustle.

Full of germs.

They give me the rest.

I ordered the bartender or not I order

and suddenly I look at the road and put my hand in my pocket.

Sugar... it's the same.

Ia photos of his dead father...

Lampi...

- I see disoriented. - No...

True? You are not ambitious.

I am not ambitious.

I'm very ambitious.

In fact, I came here to race.

Not going to ask you any questions.

He wants to know how i earn so much?

At any time.

Understood?

I sleep very little.

Sleeping pills do not take them.

And I think in the dark.

Ii I first thought is: What do I sell? What do you buy?

A game.

Then the next morning...

When I order to sell or buy...

All of the stock exchange are behind me and do the same.

This has the pied Piper?

All drowned the mice!

But the children of the story where are they?

But you should understand this...

Because even football is a game of chance.

- I like them. - Thank you.

No rhetoric.

The poets put them each on the wall.

I admit it.

It's not true. Ii football I love.

In my grandfather.

A beautiful football game where you play tirelessly...

This is total nonsense.

True?

Well... yes..

I've been there.

Because? What does that have to do with anything?

A happy man never combine anything good in life.

Without a lot 'of hate...

He wants to write my life?

Bell

oh oh...

My sister every time I ring the bell says "ouch ouch".

- Wait here. - Yup.

Good evening.

Yup.

arrest warrant.

Okay... can I prepare?

Please

Take a seat.

Shot

- who is she? - I'm a friend.

- Do not move. - Take it away.

You go in the other room.

A maximum. Excuse me forward.

Tell me.

I think he was shot.

They told me that I have to stay here.

- In half an hour. - What do I write?

I know nothing about him except what everyone knows!

Better!

minute what you saw.

gets to the magistrate!

an absolute star!

Agree. See you later.

Electronic music

stop!

Print

applause.

Music - cheers

do not let them kill us.

She sings in English

shouts and whistles

music in the background

inaudible voices.

- Good night. - Good night.

- Where do we go? -

That you feel? Do not you like living dangerously?

Go!

Sounds of the game

acoustic signal by the secretariat

you are there? Answer me?

Join us for dinner.

Maximum. You arrived?

Recall.

I'm the aunt.

Never answer.

I wanted to know if you got my package.

Your uncle kept us that you had them.

Li has kept for many years.

They were your mother.

I have to attack because i easily get emotional.

Maximum.

A dial signal

Can I talk to a doctor?

I would like to talk to a doctor.

I'm dying.

- What do you hear? - I do not know.

I feel awful.

I send someone?

My heart hurts...

It's about to explode...

I feel suffocated.

Also... we shake a lot.

- I'm scared. -

To die.

I feel I'm about to die.

I tachycardia... I have a paroxysmal tachycardia.

It has a panic attack.

And what do you know?

- At home...

A mirror? breathe against the mirror.

Yup..

A mirror.

- Yup.

hour ago but has not yet arrived.

Let's wait. However, the story shifts to be changed.

I did three nights in a row.

- - 'Yes...

You are welcome.

I think I spoke earlier with her on the phone.

Ia paroxysmal tachycardia.

Let's control.

Now who gets seated.

Look at the light...

Without moving his head.

Fermo.

Yup.

- He's had more panic attacks? - No.

That's why I'm scared.

It seemed as if my heart would explode at any moment.

A lightning stroke.

- He suffered heart? - Not that I know.

But it had been operated on for breast cancer.

There is no relationship between the two.

- How old were you? - 38 years.

At 38 years if there are no heart...

And then what would a fulminating heart attack?

My father told me so.

Things that are said...

She likes very reassure his patients.

I prefer to tell the truth.

Anyway, mine was just a statistical thinking.

He asked the reason for these attacks? Where they come from?

I told him... is the first time.

I can control myself.

As a child after the death of my mother I had someone who helped me...

That gave me some advice...

Sometimes they were real orders.

It was a rather authoritarian.

- His father? - No.

Then who? A friend?

A true friend...

Although in reality it did not exist.

- Belphegor. - Belphegor?

- You know? - Sure!

And who has not seen a child! It was frightening.

My mother was hypnotized.

Eh?

It actually helped me a lot.

I defended.

- From what? - From everything.

From pain.

He was prevented from going mad.

Without discussing.

Whatever he asks me to do.

And then?

And then nothing.

They became great.

Now that you know what... Do not lose your head.

Forget belphegor.

Thank you.

- I do not take anything? - There is no need to give her the drugs.

At least for now.

Phones a friend.

A person who is near.

It may be you this person?

What do we do now?

I told the truth before.

I was Sincere.

Then he trusts me.

Where do we go?

Good night.

The alleged universe age has gradually lengthened.

It was discovered that the earth is not the center universe...

But that is only one of many bodies...

That inhabit...

And that his life comes from the light of a star.

Ii sun.

Light is life.

What it is said of a creature when it is born?

What has come to light.

Knock knock... come to light it too. Laughs.

You do not love me.

Now the theories that attempt to explain the origin universe...

They are numerous and all worthy of respect...

Not only because of the effort of those who apply...

I have a question.

Then the '... to' as well.

What was there before?

The formation of the earth is billions of years old.

But even before...

Before the universe was born.

Before... even before?

So you jump from science to philosophy.

We enter the field of faith.

- So? - What do you want us to be?

Just god. Nothing else.

He is the creator of the universe.

There would be one too.

There must be to make sense of our existence.

It is the only hope.

The only light.

But even for the dead, is that light still there?

At the end of the world.

We will see it all... Live with the dead.

Sound of bell.

Ite!

- Father. - Good morning.

Hello..

Let's go.

Father.

I want to know.

- What? - The answer.

Ii only way to get an answer is to continue to ask the question.

Never stop asking.

What are you doing so many questions... You pray?

Defend your faith.

Father.

Ii body of Christ.

Ii body of Christ.

- Ii body of Christ. - Amen.

- Ii body of Christ. - Amen.

Ii body of Christ...

Ii body of Christ.

- Ii body of Christ. - Amen.

Ii body of Christ...

- Permission. - Ii body of Christ.

Amen.

Ii body of Christ.

Ii body of Christ.

What are you doing?

What are you doing here so early?

The school is closed for a while.

And then what sense does it turn all of these bulbs?

Do not prepare the lie.

He must shine.

Little boy.

You should be in your home right now.

But god is light.

Do you think they will be sufficient light bulbs of this church...

To recreate the light of the kingdom of heaven?

I try to do all I can to get closer to paradise.

I know.

I understand you.

But why tell your companions that your mother is alive?

Of course it's alive!

Life is eternal because the soul is immortal.

She taught me.

Do not think you confuse me.

The talk of this world.

Sit down.

Your lie...

It is harmless to those who listen...

But not for you ..

Your mother is dead.

It is to be yl you have to start.

From morning till night...

But the important and react to pain.

Do not play the victim.

- If she was still here... - Self! Self!

Ii if the brand failures.

In this life you grow up in spite.

Ie injustices...

Although your mother is dead.

Courage.

Be brave.

- What are you doing? - Anything.

Tasks for tomorrow I do not.

Remove your feet from the bed.

What's up?

But you have just seen dying mother?

No..

How did she die? You know?

Yup..

That night I woke up with a start.

Mom was not the bed.

Outside it was snowing and cold.

I found it here in your room that you tuck the blankets.

He reassured me and went back to bed.

Mother wanted to say hello.

But no wake.

True?

Anything.

I went back to bed and fell asleep.

In your room.

Maybe you missed your breath because it took off the robe...

But without calling...

In order not to wake anyone.

They always came first.

In the hallway.

A lightning stroke.

From beauty treatments...

Ii his heart gave out.

But he did not abandon us.

It was as if she minded more for us than for her.

Come on... do not cry.

Ia prayer that the community of believers...

He raises to you by faith in the lord...

And confirm for us the beata speranza that with the dead brothers...

We rise again in Christ to new life.

We ask this through Christ our lord. Amen.

Amen.

Lord... may they rest in peace. Amen.

Applause

I'm sorry.

It does not matter.

- It was so much since I came here. - Me too.

They will be twenty years.

He brought her there. Come.

He made me riappassionare.

This is Anita. He is my son Max.

Pleasure.

- I go. - Go.

We reach.

Want sposartela?

So... tell me.

Want sposartela or not?

Would you be opposed?

Imagine!

No?

I am too.

Maximum.

He thirty years younger than me.

- If you're concerned about your rights... - But what rights?

They are inviolable.

It's yours.

You have to feel comfortable.

Please. Things that were your mother...

Spettano to you ..

Wait.

I wish you took this to you.

- But what's the hurry? And then here? - Where else?

Maximum.

Take it.

Maximum.

I know what you have suffered.

I should have done more.

Let's talk about something else?

All my life we're talking about something else.

How beautiful...

And so full of joy.

You do not know how much I loved her.

As he laughed.

Do you remember how he laughed?

And the proof is the number of letters arriving. Very few.

We close the book and amen! I'll go fishing.

become too cruel.

See all black.

Knights? There's a letter here.

I want to read.

least talking about a real feeling.

Hatred.

"This letter I wrote it thinking of my mother..."

And the feelings I have for her.

I think my mother has never loved anyone...

Tricking all so that felt a perfect Donna...

A loving mother always present.

Instead it is totally absent. But only I notice.

And I hate it.

Ia hate!

Because hatred is the only feeling that was able to send me.

When I was a child...

I would stay at least the memory of a boundless love...

But no! I want to kill her...

With my hands.

I am disgusting for these thoughts...

"Oh yeah! As a mother there is only one."

Signed: Simone.

"Mona". Laughs

you know what I should say to this?

Relax and do a good deed.

Kill your mother and fired a shot in the head...

So you get off both by the balls.

You can say this to a Mona suffering?

Can not be done.

And above all you should not.

Then I get up white flag.

I give up...

And hop! I go fishing!

We go out of balls.

Back to work.

- Max. - Yup?

Can I hold you a minute?

Why do not you try to reply to that letter?

I? Because?

Go straight without patetismi.

Feelings are not my forte.

I know what the topic... touches you.

Your mother's.

Of how you lost a child.

I was at the news.

Ii director...

What turns you on my mind.

When your mother died.

Who knows how many tears you shed. Metticele inside these tears.

Metticele in!

Do not be ashamed.

And do not read.

Hmm?

Dear Simon...

I'm afraid I have no right to respond to the letter...

Except one that I'm not proud of course.

They are lost his mother as a child.

I was nine years old when he died.

Panic...

It was impossible that there was more.

Every time I came home i thought to find her...

Of yl see her in the kitchen with the radio on.

I opened my eyes in the dark...

Sure to find her sitting on the edge of the bed.

For me it was not dead.

To my friends who told her he lived in America.

Then I grew up I stopped talking about it and thinking about her.

I did not want to suffer.

Who loved me was gone and i did not love anyone.

But to survive.

If now I can write about it because I understand...

That sooner or later the frighteningly pain returns.

And you have to accept it.

I accepted the fate for letting her away.

That's all.

Dear Simon...

It is only for one reason.

Because she understands the difference...

Although he may feel in conflict with his mother...

Button matter how resentful towards her...

It still has the good fortune resent a mother.

Of her with him. His mother is alive.

"Are you at home?"

And breathe after he responded.

I was told that the last act of my mother...

The night when she left was to come into my room...

I slept.

"I have not noticed."

Make beautiful dreams.

His mother has had gestures of affection...

That did not understand...

Or just do not remember.

Invisible.

We risk remember only the negative things.

But let's say that his mother has ever embraced...

I do not ever smile or made a caress.

Imagine if she now without even closing the newspaper...

He get up and corrected to embrace it now.

That would run the risk? Do not make the situation worse.

And who knows, embracing it as well...

No pluck in the face of his mother at least a look of wonder...

A tear.

"Corra Simone. Corra de her with open arms."

Now what should we do? Hug?

I left something for you.

Maximum! You were great!

The celebrity!

- Hello. - Hello..

Ringing cell.

- Ready? -

You've really surprised.

Me neither in its heyday would be able...

To sell your soul as you did. Listen...

I wanted to tell you. You do street!

Another in your place would have stopped...

But you were able to put under your feet your mother...

While to make nice with readers trumpeting your fucking pain.

Massimino?

It makes you a blowjob!

Belphegor belphegor...

Ringing cell.

Yup?

Electric shock cock! Holy shit.

Voices in the distance

try to go back.

Eh? I recommend.

The lady with the hat has to go in the middle.

Be careful not to cover you with each other. Happy and smiling.

Well done!

Finished. Thank you! Applause - boos.

Now we open the dances! Waltz!

Waltz music.

You finally arrived.

I'm lost.

At one point the road ended.

It is not easy to get here.

I noticed.

Ia music... and i found the house.

I tripped and got the shock of a thread...

But it lightly.

What is this party?

They are the diamond wedding of my grandparents.

- Sixty years of marriage? - Yup.

Argentina.

We are all here. And the first time and maybe the last.

Let's dance the waltz!

- Welcome. - Thank you.

- How should I call it? Doctor? - Massimo's fine.

- Can I talk to her? - Yup.

So lucky!

Perhaps the disorder.

Never mind. Maybe give her annoyance.

But I'm so excited to meet you.

- Look, I'm serious. - I believe you.

I so appreciated your letter... Thanks ..

I cried.

There are obvious things that upset.

Even my life has not been easy.

- I spent some moments. - I'm sorry.

The financial disasters.

They went from one disappointment.

And can you imagine what i was thinking at that moment.

He understands everything.

I mean...

I just thought of that.

Even a mother can be a scary selfishness.

It is they who have kept me.

Infinitely present... So I said no to bad thoughts.

And then her letter made me realize many things.

Thank you.

For example, what is the pain of a son who lost a mother.

This I did, however...

That risk.

But it's a party!

The I was just saying how much i appreciate his sensitivity.

The did congratulate you for your letter.

And you liked the letter?

- Do you like it or not? - Why, yes... yes!

I can not dance.

Music

verses incitement

music in the background.

No!

Hello.

I know it is very late.

I'm emptying the house.

I'm making a mess.

You can come?

Please.

- Check. - Thank you.

- Hello! How are you? - Good.

- What is happening? - Anything. Come in.

What a mess!

I'm releasing everything.

Come.

I'm sorry.

You can come?

I looked at her album.

Stars and star.

Do you want a bit 'of water?

You can keep it if you want. I'm going to throw it all away.

I want to burn everything.

You're not. I do not do the crazy but...

Just.

Now I'm older than she is five years.

It makes a great impression.

And I will always be older.

How did she die my mother?

You do not answer me?

What does it say how she died?

You still do not answer me.

You know.

You must tell me you.

I want to hear from you.

Why did not you ever tell me?

That your father had told you...

What I had figured it out in thirty years.

Acute fulminant.

But how did you permission?

Do not understand it alone.

Is it okay to ten years, but at twenty? Thirty years?

No one came to mind to take me aside and tell me the truth.

My father went on to tell me shit even on his deathbed.

Other than Napoleon!

Acute fulminant...

It just blames Mia.

It just blames Mia.

A coward.

I have not wanted to understand.

I always had it in front of the truth.

Even me.

Especially me.

Maximum.

You may not know how much.

So much despair.

What what'?

It takes more courage to raise your child to throw it from the fifth floor.

Your mother was scared by the disease.

She believed that doctors were lying. It was crazy?

If he was mad he should open the throttle and kill us all.

- Stop it! Your mother loved you! - Enough! Enough!

Just.

How many unnecessary tears...

Let her go.

24...

25!

I did!

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

It is no longer fun.

Mom!

Mom!

Where are you?

Enough!

Mom!

Where are you? Mom!

Mom!

I'm here.

The mother laughs

I've made a joke.

Do you want to see?

Here.

Want to join?

Here it is.

- We remain here? - Yup.

Yup?

Ride