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Welcome, everyone.

I am Giuseppe Bolignari, president of the commission.

The assignment you will turn in, must be strictly anonymous,

or it will be canceled.

Each assignment will be matched to a code,

and from it, after having announced the winner,

we will obtain the name of the candidate.

Do a good job.

TWO DAYS EARLIER

Oh, immaculate heart of Mary, impassioned with kindness,

you, who are extraordinary, you, who can do anything, listen to me.

On Monday my son has an important competition at Town Hall.

There will be many participants for just one position.

You must help him!

Federico, come here. Have the Madonna see you,

or how can she recognize you Monday

among all those people at the competition?

Hello, Madonna, pleased to meet you. Federico.

I don't want to bother, but maybe between miracles...

So, let's recapitulate.

Federico Pagano.

Remember that.

Teresa! It's useless.

It's not that the Madonna doesn't hear you. She doesn't understand you.

The Madonna is from Medjugorje, so she's Bosnian.

You should speak in her language.

Dad, stop making fun of her.

At least she's doing something for my competition. While you...

Who sent you the competition link?

Dad, you send me 30 a day.

Our chat is, "Good morning. Competition. Are you coming for dinner?

Competition. Good night".

I saved you on the phone as "Employment Office".

I am doing it for you.

At your age, I was working and had a child.

- But he doesn't have a job! - I'm helping him find one.

What else should I do?

How is it possible that the only politician who doesn't ask for favors,

had to be my father?

You never had a fine removed for me!

You never had me enter the stadium for free.

You never had me pass a university exam.

Dad, at least for a job!

I'm sorry, but you are Giuseppe Pagano's son,

and for over 20 years, Giuseppe Pagano, Malvasia's Town Hall councilor,

has never recommended anyone.

Having said this, see you this evening.

100 Euros as donation to the Madonna for this month.

- Will you take care of it? - Mom, you do love me.

You give the Madonna bribe money to have me win the competition.

- Have a good day. - You must have faith!

Translate in Bosnian.

Madonna, have my son win the competition.

Your father was a real dad.

And you...

If I'd had a father like yours, who knows where I'd be.

How are you today, Mom? Better?

So-so.

Awful, awful.

Come o. We'll finish having breakfast, and come see you. Ok?

Will you stay over tonight?

Mom, I have school work to correct, but...

Alright, I'll bring it with me. I'll bring it.

But tonight they're playing!

What is Alfonso saying?

Grandma, it was me. I said, "When are you leaving?"

Fabrizio, my love, you're staying here tonight, too?

No. I've a competition Monday. I told you about it.

I must study the whole weekend, so I can't come.

Then Nunzia, my dear, I'll be waiting for you.

- Say hello to Alfonso. - Fuck off!

He says hello, too.

Does your mom purposely get sick on the weekend? Always!

To reach her town, it takes an hour and a half each way!

Just think... I get car sick.

And Dad gets Grandma sick.

Come on, Alfonso. Ever since my dad died, Mom is always alone.

Alone? Alone?

Every Saturday and Sunday we're at her home!

Dad, come on! Don't do that!

Why don't you come with us?

- Because I must study. - Again?

You think, "What's done is done, so..."

No, there's only one job, and they know who'll get it.

"They know..." These mechanisms of the past.

You're old, you're out of style.

It's a mentality that doesn't exist in Italy anymore.

Enough of this recommendation thing, of rigged competitions.

It's no longer like that. We young people are different.

Dear Mrs. Teresa, in thanking you for your loyalty

in giving every year, each month, 100 Euros to the association,

we confirm that we'll send you, as soon as possible,

the new calendar.

Thank you again.

Mom! Look what I found yesterday in the mailbox.

How wonderful!

The Medjugorje Association letter.

- Is there the calendar, too? - No, I still have to print it.

Huh?

They still have to print it.

With all the friends the Madonna has,

who knows how many they must print. It takes time.

Of course. Thank you, dear. I must get to work. Bye.

Bye. See you this evening. Bye.

Don't look at me like that.

Your son said it. "Give drink to the thirsty".

I'm drinking on my own.

- Fabrizio, did you take the car? - Yes.

Didn't I tell you to leave gas in it?

Yes, but you didn't say how much.

- Do you hear him? - Ok, we'll get gas now.

Don't upset him. He has the competition on Monday.

Again with the competition?

However it goes, if you don't pass it,

as usual Mom will make lasagna for you.

Mom you make great lasagna,

but in recent years, I've eaten too many.

Bye. Write to me as soon as you get to Grandma's.

Bye.

Love, I was reading an awesome survey.

- What? - Know how much a child costs today?

No, they don't sell them on Internet. I never looked for one.

It says that in a child's first year of life,

the cost is up to 17,000 Euros.

Gas or diesel?

On TV they say young people don't have kids anymore.

- Why offend us, ma'am? - No, ma'am. I'm the babysitter.

- We don't have children. - Most of all we don't have 17,000 Euros.

- Huh? - "Huh?"

Ma'am, excuse us. Goodbye.

- She started it! - Come on!

- Come on! - On TV they also say

that when it's hot, old people should stay home.

- So you should stay home! - Will you calm down?

- She started it! - She's an old lady! Stop it!

Can you believe it?

Tommasino, I'm taking you to your parents,

and then my shift starts at the supermarket.

Didn't you have that important interview with the architect studio?

Yes, but I have to work, so I called and postponed it.

You postponed it?

Why did you get a degree, if you don't do interviews?

You should talk! For five years you studied Law,

and then worked for free in an office like a slave.

Free? What a loser!

Anyway, I became a lawyer.

As soon as you became one, they kicked you out.

A lawyer is one who practices law,

- and you don't. - And you don't!

Or you wouldn't still be participating in competitions.

But if I win this one...

My father says that, too, when he plays the lottery.

Roberta, find another guy.

Right, Tommasino!

Oh, yes?

Then you get another ball, Tommasino, because this one is gone.

- No, no, no! - Fabrizio, what're you doing?

He deserves it.

- Tommasino! - Go on!

THE DAY OF THE COMPETITION

I'm going to my son, Nicola. He's waiting for me.

- We have to eat. - Federico!

Hurry, your dad is waiting downstairs!

If you're late, they won't let you in the competition.

Mom, you're making matters worse!

What's with Federico?

Nothing. Ever since he was a little boy,

when he has an exam, or something important,

he needs to go to the bathroom. It's the tension.

- Poor thing! - Mom, who are you talking to?

Giovanna, the lady on the 3rd floor.

If he needs to go to the bathroom when he's nervous,

imagine today, with the competition.

- My love's poor tummy. - Mom!

- Whose tummy does it belong... - Let me go. Dad is waiting.

If you must go to the bathroom during the competition,

don't sit down!

Do as I taught you as a little boy.

Squat, with your feet on the toilet seat.

The bathrooms are dirty there. You'll get some disease.

Alright, Mom. Bye, goodbye.

Go, go, go!

He's so nervous.

So he wets his pants?

He often does.

He gets emotional.

Federico!

Remember to squat!

I don't know her. Who is she?

Go on, Dad. Hurry up.

Who is she? It's absurd.

Ciccio, how far away is it?

Ten minutes, Senator. There's traffic.

Then take the preferential lane. What's the purpose of this blue car?

Mom...

I was thinking that I don't want to do this Town Hall competition.

Luca, you must not think.

I'll think of everything, as usual.

I bought your degree, your lawyer title,

and now I'm buying the competition.

What more can I do?

- But I don't... - "But I..." forget it.

If Malvasia Town Hall is having a competition, my son must win it.

I remind you that I had you become Town Hall councilor at eighteen.

But because of some whim, you quit.

- It was involved in Mafia dealings! - That's just a detail.

I gave 20,000 Euros to the commission's president, so...

What should I do?

What the commission president tells you.

- Did you bring a pen? - No, they give them inside.

They must be the same for everyone,

so that the assignment isn't identified by the ink.

Sure, the solution is the pen.

There are many ways to identify an assignment.

Dad!

Here comes the genius.

Listen, it doesn't matter.

Did you see how many we are?

- With only one position. - Yeah, alright.

That's the senator.

Look at how she struts around!

Good morning, Mr. Pagano. What a pleasure!

I see your son is participating in the competition, too.

I didn't know.

Why? Should we have asked for your permission?

- Mine? What've I got to do with it? - Of course.

You know who those two are?

- Who are they? - One is councilor Pagano's son.

The other is Senator Purpura's son.

And so?

Son of manual laborer, Caruso, let's go home.

Come on, Dad! Don't start that again.

Your attention, please.

The candidates can go inside.

Get your identification card ready, everyone,

along with acceptance email, and form an orderly line.

Thank you, and good luck.

How the hell do you turn this off?

Dad, I'll call as soon as I've finished.

Tell Mom to stop praying at 1:30, because the assignment will be over.

Go on! You can make it!

- Go on! Go on! - You can make it!

Go on!

- Nunzia? - Alfonso, what's the situation?

Get the lasagna ready. Go on!

Welcome, everyone.

I'm Giuseppe Bolignari, president of the commission.

The assignment you will turn in, must be strictly anonymous,

or it will be canceled.

Each assignment will be matched to a code,

and from it, only after announcing the winner,

we will obtain the name of the candidate.

Go to the bathroom.

What are you looking at? Eyes on the desk.

Excuse me.

Mr. Bolignari!

Purpura, listen to me. Memorize this phrase.

Ignorantia legis non excusat.

It doesn't matter if you write nonsense in the assignment.

Write whatever you want.

What matters is that in the last phrase

you write, "Ignorantia legis non excusat".

I will identify it when I correct it. Clear? Repeat the phrase.

- Ignorantia legis not... - Not "not"!

Ignorantia legis non excusat.

Go on, go on.

Say hello to your mother for me.

Hello?

I'm peeing. Alright... I can't pee?

Can't you commission people proceed without me?

Alright, I'm coming.

They can't do anything.

Excuse me.

You're still looking around? Eyes on desk.

Ignorantia legis non excusat...

Ignorantia legis non excusat...

- Congratulations! - Congratulations!

Congratulations to Federico who won the competition!

- Thank you, everyone! - Congratulations!

Thank you, guys.

All the credit goes to the Medjugorje Madonna.

Teresa, the credit goes to Federico who studied

and showed that he deserved this position,

even without a recommendation.

- Congratulations to my son. - Congratulations!

Anyway, since I made a vow, and Federico won,

Giuseppe and I will go to Medjugorje.

I've already made reservations.

Yes! Everyone to Medjugorje!

A little birdie told me

that you found a house and are moving tomorrow.

Mom! You already published the news, as usual?

Why? What did I say?

2,000 Euros a month is a very good salary.

Teresa... Teresa, come on!

You always mouth off whatever you're told!

I hope you didn't tell Federico we got him a motorbike.

- This is our gift. You deserved it. - No!

It's parked downstairs. I'm proud of you.

It's the perfect gift!

My God!

- You should be proud of yourself! - Bravo, bravo.

Let's go see it.

- Which one is it? - That one, Uncle!

- It's a beauty! - Really beautiful!

Very beautiful!

Madonna, my son Nicola has a degree in Philosophy.

Can something be done?

This is probably the most beautiful day of my life.

The first fine you get, I'm taking it back.

Without "probably".

This is the most beautiful day of my life.

- De Ruvo? - Fabrizio Caruso, it's you!

I'm your high school Italian teacher.

You've got the wrong person. I'm not him.

That's nonsense! You were first in your class.

- Are you a rider? - I'm telling you it's not me.

Why insist? Here's your delivery.

The future lawyer!

Again? It's not me. My name is Pasquale.

Mr. Pasquale, I apologize, but the resemblance is amazing.

We have seven lookalikes in the world. I found one.

When I find the other six, I'll let you know.

Professor De Ruvo, one last thing.

When you have a particularly good student,

don't tell him, "Oh, the future lawyer!"

As you can see, it brings bad luck.

Then it's you.

Fabrizio, resist!

Resilience!

Go fuck off!

Bolignari.

What the hell did you do?

Why did Giuseppe Pagano's son win the competition?

How much more did Mr. Legality give you?

I did my duty. I gave the victory to the assignment

ending with the phrase I had agreed upon with your son,

"Ignorantia legis non excusat".

Oh, that's it!

- Mom, I tried to... - You, what? You, what?

We could've chosen an easier phrase.

- I can't stand Greek. - It's Latin. you dunce!

See? I told him the phrase. It's not my fault if he forgot it.

Who told Giuseppe Pagano's son the phrase?

That, I don't know.

I only know that when I found the phrase, I did what I had to do.

Mr. Bolignari, what you must do now

is give me back my 20,000 Euros.

Otherwise, you're in trouble.

Did you hear your mother?

Does the senator want to file a complaint?

Will she go to the finance police, or to the Carabinieri,

saying she gave me money to have her son win?

That is called corruption.

Both of us will go to jail.

Take care.

Come on, Mom. It doesn't matter.

I made a shitty impression with Bolignari and the Party because of you.

A senator who can't have her son win a competition.

And not only. She has an ordinary Town Hall councilor screw her!

Get out!

Call Giampiero Casesa.

These, dear Pagano, are your first case files.

- Mr. Casesa, all for me? - Yes! Are you happy?

I'm sure you'll do an excellent job here In Town Hall.

They must all be solved by Monday, here on my desk.

Monday? But today is Friday!

Right. You'll have the whole weekend to work.

As you young people call it, smart working.

Come, come. I'll show you your desk.

Here it is.

This is your position: computer, keyboard, phone.

Thank you.

"Welcome, Luca Purpura"?

Yes, it's the note inside a fortune cookie. I had sushi.

But there's written "Welcome, Luca Purpura".

You know how strange Japanese sayings are!

I take the opportunity to introduce your colleagues.

Mr. La Mantia.

Accountant Fiore.

And Mrs. Analfino.

No one is here.

What? Everyone said hello.

Right, Mr. La Mantia?

And if Mr. La Mantia says it...

Welcome on behalf of all of us.

And congratulations for having won the competition.

Attorney.

When are you going home? You've been riding around all day.

Don't say anything, Enoch. I've one last delivery,

and maybe I'll have finished. Maybe.

Wait. Before you leave, I've a joke to tell you.

Hurry, because if my delivery is late,

- they'll complain. - I'll be quick.

What's the darndest thing a rider-lawyer does?

What is?

Plead being tired.

Don't they say you people come to Italy to steal work?

I found the only one who busts balls.

Go on! Have a good day.

- Bye, Fabrizio. - Bye.

Pagano, I need an answer on the Virga case.

You solved it? The boss is putting pressuring on me.

A little more pressure on the right.

Thank you. That's it.

Boss, I'm working on it. I just arrived here.

- I've the move to make... - What do I care?

- Just a moment. - You must hurry!

Boss, this case file isn't easy,

I need time. I don't just print them out.

Can this decree be applied or not?

I don't know, boss. I'll check. I'll... I'll see now.

It's not that... I can't hear you well, boss.

- You can't hear me? Pagano! - There's an interference.

Hello? I hear you. You hear me?

- I hear you! Pagano? Hello? - No... Because...

- Jerk... Piece of sh... - Hello, Pagano?

Fu... ck...

He wants to ruin me.

He is ruining my life.

How much do I owe you for the pizza?

I'm talking to you.

The Constitutional Court declared this decree inapplicable

in cases like these, in 2022.

- Pagano! - Hello, boss?

The line was interrupted.

I was saying that the Constitutional Court in 2022

declared that this decree is inapplicable in cases like these.

Hello, boss? Can you hear me?

Yes, yes, I'm here.

But by Monday I want all the case files solved, on my desk.

Remember that!

- You're a genius! What's your name? - Fabrizio.

Fabrizio, you're fantastic! How much do I owe you for the pizza?

- How much? - Ten Euros.

Ten Euros. You're so intelligent that you should be a lawyer.

Not this job!

Since I've another 20, take it for your consultancy.

- What consultancy? - Here, take it.

- You deserved it. - No...

Merit is rewarded in Italy. You deserved it.

Good evening, and keep up the good work!

Let's buy a home on the sea

With a window over the rocks

A millionaire mortgage Installments to pay...

- Guys. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

Here.

- Thank you, love. You shouldn't have. - What, love?

You must be tired. After working the whole day, you'll want to go home.

No one can take away ten minutes with you at the end of the day.

I must tell you who I delivered a pizza to.

- Federico Pagano. - Who is he?

The recommended guy who won the competition.

No! The one you saw enter the bathroom with the commission president?

- Yeah. - Did you spit on the pizza?

- Love! - What is it?

I recognized him later, or I would've done it.

Wait. He wanted to give me a 20 Euro tip.

And you didn't take it.

No.

Who gave you 20 Euros to pay for the beers?

- Tell me the truth. - I took it.

See? Don't lie to me!

Rose?

- No, thanks. We're brother and sister. - It's not true!

We aren't brother and sister. He said another lie.

Love, I said that to him so he won't bug us all evening.

You'll do that, won't you?

- Yes, yes. It's true. - You see?

It's a matter of principle. Don't lie to me!

This beer, that you paid with dirty money, drink it yourself.

- Love, "dirty money" is exaggerated. - No. Bye.

Excuse me? Love!

Love!

- Rose? - I've no money.

Don't lie. It's a matter of principle.

You could come some weekend to visit Grandma.

You know I prefer going on week days,

because I work more on weekends. There are more deliveries the weekend.

I'll call her now,

with the excuse of telling her you're leaving.

- Hello? - Hey, Grandma. How are you?

My life, I'm fine. I'm fine, love.

You still feel ill?

Yes. Mom and Dad have just gotten in the car.

- They wanted to advise you. - Alright, alright, dear.

Go, go.

- Bye. - Bye.

Grandma, they just left.

Alright. I'll be in my bed as usual,

and will complain. Alright?

B&B GRANDMA & GRANDSON

- Where are the this week's tourists from? - They're Germans.

Word must have gotten around, because they give good reviews.

They should be here any minute.

What lovely weather! Such a lovely weather!

- Fabrizio, are you there? - Yes, Grandma, I'm here.

I'm so nervous every time,

fearing Mom and Dad can catch us any moment.

Don't you worry!

I need that money my love. My pension isn't enough.

When your folks leave tomorrow, I'll advise you,

They have a checkout at 11.

Advise me in time so I'll clean up as usual.

Take care. I mean, look sick... You know.

Alright, I'm ill, but I'm fine.

Bye, my life. Bye.

Bye.

- Who is it? - Ma'am, I brought your hamburgers.

No, thank you. We're Catholic.

All I needed was this dog.

- Hello, Mom? - Fabri...

Sorry to bother you while you're working.

What is it? Did something happen? Are you returning home?

No. I'm just reminding you that if you want to cook something,

first press the button on the right.

I know, Mom, I know.

I could tell you in German how the cooking range works.

Ouch! My gosh! My arm hurts! My gosh!

- Ma'am... - Ouch! Ouch!

Didn't the other arm hurt?

In fact. This arm hurt,

and slowly the pain began to rise,

reaching here, and now this one hurts, too,

Both of them hurt now.

Fabri, I'll have you talk to Dad. I'm helping Grandma.

- Bye, bye. - I'm watching the game.

Come on!

- Mom... - Hey, Fabrizio.

Dad, last night I delivered a pizza to Federico Pagano,

the son of the politician who won the competition.

Did you spit on his pizza?

No. I recognized him later, otherwise, I would have.

What's strange, is that tonight I'm delivering to his home again.

Then spit on it this time. Spit!

- Oh, finally! - Huh?

Shit! I had to order 30 pizzas to find you.

You're not eating the pizza?

- Who cares about the pizza! - What do you want from me?

I saw how quick you were yesterday.

- You're a graduate who's a rider. - No. I'm a lawyer who's a rider.

Right! We took care of that file in a second!

We... I took care of it.

I had an idea. I'll give you 800 Euros a month,

you'll stop being a rider, and you'll work for me.

Isn't it better than delivering?

Mr. Pagano,

I thank you, but I refuse the offer.

I'm not interested.

Wait. Let's talk about it.

I'll pay with under-the-table money. Cash, no taxes.

I prefer earning money honestly.

Want to negotiate? You want more?

The pizza is on me.

Think about it!

Is a pizza with French fries, without lies, for you, miss?

- Tommasino is sleeping. - Sorry, I didn't know.

Wow!

This home is awesome!

We could never afford a home like this.

Come on, love...

I honestly don't care about having a home like this.

I'd be content with a hole, a garage.

What matters, is that you're in it.

Of course.

If at 30 we're still doing interviews and competitions, what's our hope?

Fabri, don't you realize we can't afford going to eat a pizza on Saturday night?

- How can we think of a home? - At least we have the pizza.

The home will come. Right?

If I think of rent, groceries, utilities...

You have two jobs.

I have deliveries and the B&B with my grandma...

So we will create our future on a lie?

Your folks will eventually find out about you and your grandma.

Alright love. I find myself obliged to carry out the emergency plan.

I never would've imagined having to do it, but...

unfortunately, the time has come.

Meaning?

- We'll get married. - Are you crazy?

We'll have guests give money in an envelope and we'll pay the rent.

- Get out! - I am serious.

- You have to go now. - It's true!

- Stop it! - Listen, it has sense.

- It's a strategy. - Enough.

I mean, it's not that...

- Thank you for the pizza. - Forget it. Bye.

Bye.

I accept.

I knew you were an intelligent boy!

Only a few months. The time it takes to make the money I need,

and you and I will be nothing. I know who you are.

I was at that competition, too,

and I saw you go in the bathroom with the commission president.

You received a recommendation,

because your dad is a politician, and he recommended you.

You think I don't know?

It's true. It's all thanks to my dad.

We'll talk tomorrow, and find out how to meet.

No! Not tomorrow! I must hand over the case files Monday.

We must begin now.

- Right away? - Yes, come in, quickly.

Wait. I must go the bathroom. Where is it?

First door on the left.

I just hired him, and he takes a break.

It's so true that young people don't want to work today!

GRANDMA INA YOUR FOLKS ARE COMING HOME

- No! - What happened?

I must go home before my folks arrive. I have to clean and straighten up.

- Are they so finicky? - No, no...

- Did you finish the case files? - I didn't finish anything.

You won't leave here until you've finished the case files.

- I'll be back in one hour. - One hour?

Let's do something. I'll take you with my motorbike.

We'll take the computer, and you'll work at home.

Who will clean up?

Good for you, Fabrizio! B&B Grandma & Grandson.

Tell me something...

- Whose idea was it? - My grandma's.

I can see where you got your intelligence.

- I finished the last file. - And I finished cleaning.

Leave, because if my dad sees you, it'll be trouble.

Why? Does your dad know me?

Of course he does! He saw you at the competition entrance

when you played your act. You, your father, the senator and her son.

The best part, is that he had told me.

"One of the two will win, because they have recommendations".

And, in fact...

It's because my dad is more powerful than Senator Purpura.

When Dad does a recommendation, there's room for no one.

Hi, Fabri.

Hi, Dad. Hi, Mom.

Who is he?

A colleague.

- Hi. - Hi.

Doesn't he speak?

He's a foreigner.

He recently arrived in Italy with this job,

so he doesn't know the language.

I am helping him get oriented.

Without me, he would have been fired.

Without me, he is absolutely useless.

He is really lousy.

He's not capable of doing anything.

Why is he wearing a helmet?

He was leaving. Right?

Go away!

He doesn't understand English, but knows some Sicilian.

They're the first words I taught him. How did your day go?

Paola, you're lovely in this photo! I don't say that to any girl.

Good morning to everyone!

Pagano!

- How was your weekend? - Everything is fine.

Are you chatting instead of working?

Mr. Casesa, what should I do?

I've finished all the case files you gave me.

But I haven't finished chatting with all the girls.

I deserve some rest.

Right, Mr. La Mantia?

And if Mr. La Mantia says it...

Hi, Marta. You're lovely in this photo!

I don't say that to any girl.

You mean he finished all the files?

What can I say? I wasn't expecting it, either.

Give him more... more and more.

Have the other offices give them to you, make them up.

How is it possible that you had a recommendation,

and they give you all these files to solve?

It's my father's tactic.

He does it on purpose to cover the recommendation,

especially before the colleagues in the office.

It seems strange to me.

Anyway, I pay you to solve problems, not to create others.

So work quickly. We have worked well until now.

- Again with that "we"? - It's a detail!

- Hurry. Casesa wants them right away. - What is that?

I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for Casesa, but I have to go to my grandma's.

- It'll take me three hours by train. - Three hours? Wait. I've an idea.

Here, take my bike.

Consider it a productive prize.

I'll only accept because trains are disgusting.

Move... Don't walk in front of it.

They scored.

Suddenly the game has picked up.

You must leave that place.

You are right, but I didn't park it. I'll remove it.

A person was to pass, and because of you, he didn't.

Look at all the room. Two can pass through.

- The sidewalk... - Shut up! Don't talk!

I think you are exaggerating.

That job at Town Hall is not yours.

It belongs to Senator Purpura's son, so you must leave it.

You must res...

You must res... res...

You must res... You...

Understand?

What did you forget?

Tell me why a man was out here

who mistook me for you, and started threatening me.

Threatening, in what sense? What did he say?

That you must resign, that the Town Hall job isn't yours,

but belongs to Senator Purpura's son. Hey!

- Shit! - Now tell me how things stand,

- or you won't see me again. - Wait, first of all calm down.

I'll explain. How can I explain it?

- So, practically. - "Calm down"? Speak up!

Actually, I stole the recommendation.

You stole it?

Did the Senator's son put the phrase in the assignment, or not?

How do I know? I only know that I won the competition.

But it's strange. I mean...

It's surely not strange that they gave you 2,000 case files.

It's normal. It's not the recommendation, your dad, strategies or tactics!

What do you think they can do to me?

Nothing. What can they do to you? Nothing.

The senator can't go to the police. What would she report?

"Hello. Since I recommended my son to the commission's president,

I wanted to report theft of the recommendation."

She would frame herself.

Also because article 319 of the Penal Code is corruption.

Six to ten years of prison.

The only thing she can do, is load you with case files until you collapse,

to be able to have a good reason to fire you.

But until I am here, that can't happen.

- Then stay! - Of course I'll stay.

There's the satisfaction of defeating a recommended guy!

A real one, not like you.

So I won't give you the 800 Euros a month anymore.

- Why not? - I'll pay you in satisfaction.

Tell me the truth.

Are you coming to my grandma's because you're afraid to be alone?

No.

Yes.

- Is it here? - Yes.

You want to drive into people's houses? Park.

The stand.

- Who is it? I am sick. - Grandma, it's me.

Fabrizio, my life! Wait!

My gosh, I feel terrible!

Grandma, he's with me. Don't worry. He knows.

Hi.

- How are you? Fine? - Fine, my life.

Ma'am, it's an honor to meet you.

Hurry, hurry. I can't show that I am well.

Oh, right! Right!

Grandma, we're not doing anything wrong, huh?

Of course not!

He is a sort of Robin Hood

who steals from recommended people and gives to the poor.

- Let's not exaggerate. - Thank you, ma'am.

- You understand me. - Robin Hood...

Before I leave, or I might forget,

I must give you this month's money, and that of the past months

that I owe you. Wait.

Here.

Thank you, dear. I need it.

Excuse me, Grandma, but I couldn't come sooner,

because with deliveries and this new thing...

I'm glad you have a new friend.

Lately you haven't had many.

It's not my fault, Grandma.

If all my friends left because there's no work here,

I am clearly alone.

It's why you two must stay united, and help each other.

It was easier in my days.

We could make it on our own,

but today's youngsters...

You are the new old people.

No one helps you or us.

Alright, Grandma.

Is there water in here?

We're leaving now. We must work on the case files.

- True. We've lots of files. - Wait, wait.

You must photograph my feet.

Why is that?

I discovered an app.

It's called OnlyFans.

Photograph my feet, and we'll split the earning.

- What an entrepreneur brain! - Entrepreneur brain?

Grandma, there's a limit to everything.

"There's a limit to everything"? Ma'am, I'll take the photos.

- But what... - We'll make it 70-30, ok?

- You, 70. Me, 30. - What the hell...

- I'll be your manager. - Manager? Get going!

Today I gave you a day off and lots of things happened,

but as of tomorrow, we'll work on the files.

- We'll work... - It's a commitment for me, too.

Today's young people get paid and complain!

- Go on! - Rebel youth.

Don't touch me, or I'll report you.

Why do you always buy spaghetti? You know I like short pasta!

Break it. My gosh, you're always polemic!

Good evening.

- Hi. - Hi, Fabrizio. What did you buy?

Cookies. Yes, they weren't on the list,

- but were on sale. - They're dog biscuits!

- What are you saying? - Look. They are bone shaped.

One kilo, 1.99 Euros. I couldn't pass it up.

Didn't you see there's a dog on the box?

There's a cow on the mozzarellas. Is it cow food?

I wanted to give you my part of the groceries.

We don't want money from you.

Alright, but at 30 years old,

it's frustrating to be a burden on you two.

- I want to participate. - Fabrizio...

You say this because you're too honest.

We know how much you sweat this money.

No, you don't.

Shit! They're delicious!

Delicious! A little hard, but delicious.

Believe me, Senator, this Pagano

is an expert in Civil, Commercial, and Penal Law.

Hear that, Mom? He's good, and deserves the position.

Be quiet!

How can he be so good if he was recommended?

I don't know.

The other day in the office he finished all the case files,

and was chatting on the phone.

- Chatting? - Yes!

Chatting with a bunch of girls.

Chatting...

I don't care if he's a genius or an idiot.

- That position belongs to my son. - I don't care about it.

Again?

If you didn't get that job, no one must have it.

You are perfectly right, Senator,

but how can I fire someone without a reason?

Casesa, listen to me.

Either Pagano leaves that office, or you do!

I put you in there, and can take you out.

Did you do what you were supposed to do?

Certainly, Senator.

You should have seen Pagano's face.

I looked him straight in the eyes and said, "You must res..."

Res...

Res... res...

- Restrain. - Resign.

Exactly! That!

He was so scared!

Love?

Hi, I'm still doing deliveries.

If I'm panting, it's because I'm in traffic.

Is it normal to leave your car double parked?

I was buying bread.

They're arguing. It's a mess.

No... I'll come by. I'll come to see you.

I'm at the market downtown.

Salt for the "pignata"!

Fresh oranges for juice!

I hung up.

- I can't lie anymore. - Why not tell her the truth?

The truth. What can I say?

Love, I forgot to tell you I work for a guy who was recommended,

who actually wasn't, but he stole the recommendation.

He gives me 800 Euros a month to help him.

I'm doing it for us, our future.

So you're doing it for love!

- How long have you two been together? - Six years.

What? You don't even get six years for burglary!

- You have a girlfriend? - No.

That's why you don't understand. I love Roberta.

- Where could I find a girl like her? - Here, in the chat.

Chiara, a new entry. Look how pretty she is!

New entry? Is it a ranking?

What's that got to do with it?

- I'm going. - Hurry, we must work.

It's 18.50.

- Luana? - Yes?

- Can you take over a minute? - Yes, I'm coming.

- Here you are. - Thanks.

The sale slip.

- Fabri, are you crazy? - Love...

How much did you spend?

I picked them... I picked them for you.

- Packaged? - Yes, climatic change.

They grow like this now, packaged.

Not even Massimo Ranieri has such flowers.

I brought them because I want to be forgiven.

For what? For how much you work?

I haven't seen you in a week.

You must tell me lots of things.

Let's talk about things tonight during dinner.

- Yes. I have to run now. - No.

- You just came out! - All I need is to be fired.

Thank you, love!

Bye.

Therefore, in this Constitutional Court sentence,

the regional norm is applied,

because it prevails over the national one on these topics.

Good-day, worker! We brought your last things.

I brought something else. Take a look.

So now she is here with you.

and protects you as she did for the competition.

Mom, how can you do without her?

We're going to Medjugorje this weekend.

Know what I'll do?

- I'll buy an original one. - Yes, autographed.

Is he a colleague? My pleasure, Giuseppe.

- My pleasure, Fabrizio. - Teresa.

He's not a colleague, but a friend who came to give me a hand

because he's an expert lawyer.

Then he's a real friend, if he comes on Sunday.

Federico, the 100 Euros for this month's donation to the Madonna.

Alright, Mom. I'll take care of it as usual.

Boys, may we invite you out for lunch?

I left the house a mess!

I must go home immediately,

because as you know, if the house is a mess,

and someone gets there before I do, I go crazy.

It's a compulsive need.

- I'll give you a hand. - What? You never did a thing at home!

- You're not eating, boys? - No, we have to run.

We ordered two pokes.

You eat them. When you've finished, go on. Bye.

- Bye. - My pleasure, again. Goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Go on!

Goodbye!

- What is it? - Poke.

What is it?

Rice with some seasoning.

Like a broken up rice ball.

So, let me get this straight.

You've been swindling your mother for a few years,

by stealing 100 Euros a month.

Swindling? I don't take all of the 100 Euros.

I have production costs to face,

because I make t-shirts, calendars... They're the ordinary expenses.

Is this lovely hat, yours?

No. The last guests forgot it.

They always forget something, and I have them disappear.

Like the scooter over there. Look.

Excuse me, I just thought of something.

Now that you have a salary,

why keep on stealing money from your mother?

Should I tell her I've made a fool of her for years?

She's even more devout after I won the contest.

She'd be disappointed. I do it for her.

Who is it?

I don't know.

It can't be my folks. Grandma would've advised me.

It's Roberta!

- Why the hell is she here? - How the hell do I know?

She was to come for dinner. Why is she early?

- What'll we do? - Hide! Hide!

Love!

What are you doing here?

I got off early from work to help you.

You must be tired. Let's go for a walk. We'll have an ice-cream.

No! I said to myself, "The sooner we begin, the sooner we end."

No need! I'll do it myself.

Why help me and get tired?

Is someone here?

It's the Mexican tourist.

He was leaving.

He came to get his daughter's scooter, that he'd forgotten.

- I am "andalo"... - "Andalos"!

What kind of people come here?

Pagano's cuckold son,

finished six months' worth of work in 15 days. Six months!

Mom, I wanted to tell you something.

How does this dress look on me?

I think...

You look very nice, Mom. You're beautiful!

Where can you find a mom who at 50 looks like she's 30?

- Yeah. - Let's make it 35.

Anyway, I wanted to say, there's no need to be at war over this competition.

I've decided to leave. I want to live in London.

In London?

I don't know anyone in London. How can I recommend you?

I want to do this experience by myself.

You? By yourself?

Where would you go?

You're nothing without me.

- Mom... - Zip up my dress.

He can't even zip up a dress and wants to go to London alone.

Get out!

You will stay here.

And you'll have that job.

I swear on Senator Purpura's word!

I'll send Federico Pagano to jail.

This file dates back to 1978.

They don't know where to get any more case files.

They're labelled "urgent".

- Oh, great! - Who knows.

The B&B guests wrote.

They want advice on eating Sicilian food.

Tell them the usual "cannoli", "arancine", "cassata", "pane e panelle"...

Not in that order. Specify that. They're tourists and mix everything up.

- Well, I'm going. - Where are you going?

I've a date with Chiara.

- Chiara? - The girl I chat with.

What about Garibaldi's file?

Garibaldi waited so long, he can wait a bit longer.

- Chiara can't wait. - Ok, I'll take care of it.

No way. You're coming with me.

Hey, Chiara! As they say, "God creates them, chatting couples them".

Hi, Federico!

How nice to speak in person!

After all our chats.

Sit down.

Or must I tell you in Latin?

I wanted to meet councilor Pagano's son,

the genius who solves all the case files.

Enough. The game is over.

You stole that job from my son.

Tomorrow, of your own free will, you'll resign. Otherwise...

Are you Federico Pagano?

There's champagne for you.

And you'll pay this bullshit as extra time.

Otherwise, what, Senator? Will you file a complaint?

What will you tell them?

That your son was to win the contest because you'd recommended him?

Article 319 of the Penal Code: corruption.

Six to ten years in prison.

Pretending you're someone else in a chat is an offense, too.

Article 625, comma 8 of the Penal Code.

You massacred her!

Yes, article 625 comma 8 is livestock theft, but...

- Just a detail! - Same thing.

- See how she looked at me? - She didn't know what to say!

- Absolutely! - She was speechless.

She couldn't say a word.

- No! - What happened?

- My grandma! - She's on OnlyFans?

I told you. Genius minds cannot stop.

My grandma wrote that Dad and Mom are returning home.

- But today is Saturday. - In fact!

Where will you put the tourists?

- Darn it... - Hurry, my scooter is over here.

- Come on! - Wait!

- The bottle! - The champagne!

- It cost a lot of money. - Go on!

Go on!

Hi.

What problem?

You've two such guests and don't tell me?

Should I give you a report?

I'll take them to my folks' home. They're in Medjugorje.

Medjugorje? We're from Medjugorje.

Miracle!

My Mother and the Medjugorje Madonna are like this. Friends.

They've known each other a lifetime.

Free!

Pack your suitcases...

- Hurry and straighten up the house. - Just a minute!

Hurry!

You fast, me furious. Fast & Furious.

My parents arrived in ten minutes.

A catastrophe almost took place.

- Alright... - No, thanks. Thank you.

- Thank you for what? - It's on me here.

- You're offering? - No, no.

Come on, stop it! The girls are already at my folks' home.

- Everything is solved. - This is order 72.

73 is coming out, so hurry and come back. I need you.

No. I'm not on duty,

- No... - Why the vest?

- How can I explain it? - No, he's with me, Paolo.

- Are you together? - Yes, a long story.

I hadn't understood. Sorry.

- What will you have? - A beer for me.

- A beer for me, too. - Anything else?

Some peanuts, chips...

My friend isn't autonomous at 30,

and doesn't want to depend on his parents, but can't face the situation.

What is your relationship with your parents? And with yourself?

Why do I ask? Probably because there's a preceding evolution stage

that led you to have certain expectations,

which are now burdening your psychological state.

He's good, huh? Two university degrees.

I had said, "Peanuts and chips". Not that...

Paolo! How often must I tell you

that you can't be a psychologist in my place?

The psychologist is here. We have Freud.

Give them their beers.

- Blonde beers or... - A red and a blonde.

Like the girls waiting for us at my folks' home.

"Waiting for us"?

Yes. I organized a romantic dinner with the tourist girls.

- I remind you that I've a girlfriend. - I remind you that you owe me a favor.

Alright, but I won't see Roberta!

One day more, one day less. What changes? Go get ready!

Take off your vest. You're big league tonight.

Fabri, I'm at the supermarket buying groceries.

The girls want to eat typical Sicilian food.

I got the classical stuff, "arancine"...

The problem is, they're fried and heavy.

I'm afraid I'll have bad breath.

So I bought two packs of mints, one for each of us,

in case the evening turns out well.

Don't we want to win this Italy-Medjugorje game?

Remember, tonight at 9 at my folks' home.

Via Giuseppe Verdi 23.

Second floor, the door in front of the stairs.

You can't miss it. Be on time.

Federico, where are you?

Tonight we're eating typical Sicilian food.

This is a "panella".

"Panelle" are eaten with bread, "pane e panelle".

It's pronounced all together, "pane e panelle".

This is chickpea flour.

With "pane e panelle" you drink...

- Cappuccino? - No! Beer!

Cappuccino? Cappuccino?

Ice cold beer is what goes perfectly.

Here are the cappuccinos!

- Cappuccino, yes! - Yes, cappuccino, yes!

It's good! Nice and hot.

This is perfect with "panelle",

because they're eaten like this, like cookies.

And then...

So good.

Who is it?

It must be the pizza with pineapple that I ordered.

Yes, pizza with pineapple!

- Pizza with pineapple? - Pizza with pineapple! I'm coming.

You have no dignity!

Here I come.

This big Mexican act can end here. Where is he?

Where are you going? Listen... excuse me!

You can't go there.

Love, wait. I can explain it.

Explain what? I see you're in excellent company.

No, no, no, wait, Roberta... Wait a minute!

Love...

- Please, love. Wait a moment. - Go away!

Will you stop a minute?

- Will you stop a minute? - Go back up!

Please, stop a minute! Will you let me speak?

Will you let me speak? It's not what you think.

What you saw isn't what you think.

That's why you were so different lately.

They are two B&B tourists.

We brought them here because my folks came earlier.

- Yes. - We risked getting caught.

- Yes, of course. - He helped me.

Who is he?

My pleasure, Federico Pagano. We never had the pleasure of meeting.

- Federico Pagano, the recommended guy? - He wasn't recommended.

I found out he stole the recommendation

from the recommended guy, son of Senator Purpura.

If I seemed strange lately it's because...

I haven't been a rider for weeks.

- What? - I work for him.

I solve the case files, and get 800 Euros a month.

Hi! Is the pizza with pineapple for you?

- Yes. - Aren't you ashamed?

Doesn't it disgust you to do this?

Miss, you took the words out of my mouth.

How is pizza with pineapple possible?

You now work for the guy with a recommendation?

I didn't have a recommendation.

- I understand. - Finally!

No. You two absolutely disgust me.

- What's gotten into your head? - Wait, love. Calm down.

He is doing it for you.

Who are you? A lawyer?

As for the money I give him, he puts it aside to go live with you,

because with the odd jobs you do, you'll never live together.

You can't afford it, understand?

So our future depends on him.

If we've finished bullshitting, I am going.

Wait, love. Don't go, please.

- Wait, let's talk. - Leave her alone.

She's pissed off now. She'll calm down.

It's not your fault.

No, it's my fault.

I'm to blame for listening to you.

Because ever since I met you,

I've told lies to everyone who loves me.

I used to work as a rider, I had a girlfriend and felt good.

Then I made the mistake of trusting you.

Because if you associate with deceivers, you deceive, too.

Let's do something.

Let's pretend you and I never met. Alright?

Excuse me, girls. There's been a problem.

You must leave. There's a hotel back here. I'll pay.

- Everything ok? May we help? - Cappuccino?

Maybe next time. Here's the pizza.

You just don't know!

You can't imagine what a wonderful trip we had in Medjugorje!

Your dad had a good time, too.

Up to when your mom put holy water in my eye drops.

- Look at this. - They wouldn't let it on board otherwise.

We looked everywhere,

but didn't find the Friends of the Medjugorje Madonna.

I had even worn the special T-shirt, the one they sent last year.

He's your friend Fabrizio? You're working today, too?

Good morning. We're here for a notice of indictment.

Are you Mr. Federico Pagano?

- Yes. - What is going on?

Councilor Pagano, good morning.

We've a search warrant. We must come inside.

Search warrant? For what?

Corruption.

Concerning the competition your son recently passed.

You know something about it?

How dare you!

I am Giuseppe Pagano,

and Giuseppe Pagano never recommended anyone.

I recommended him.

To the Madonna.

If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have passed the competition.

Excuse me.

I am not feeling well. Excuse me.

Dad, Mom, I swear I didn't do anything.

A folder with written, "Chiumarulo File".

A photo of Silvio and Pier Silvio Berlusconi.

A letter addressed to Friends of the Medjugorje Madonna.

Friends of the Medjugorie Madonna T-shirt.

Will you show it to me?

Friends of the Medjugorje Madonna, next year's calendar.

Next year?

- Mom... - What?

That's why you personally wanted to give the donations.

Shame on you!

Forget about my paying for a lawyer.

And forget about the motorbike, too.

Teresa, let's leave.

- Dad, Mom... - Mr. Pagano, you can't leave

until we've finished the search.

A metal seal.

Five stamps.

Mr. Pagano, we have finished here.

Sign the report and soon you'll receive a subpoena.

Have a good day!

Good-day, ma'am.

- Excuse me. - Are they inside?

Yes, yes.

We weren't expecting it.

- What happened to her? - A heart attack.

Poor thing.

She wasn't even that old.

Thanks, Gino.

What are you doing here?

Let's go outside. If my folks and Roberta see you, it'll be trouble.

Go on.

I'm sorry.

How do you feel?

How should I feel?

She was a special grandma. You could tell you loved each other.

You've already cremated her?

No. Grandma left me this. Mom just gave it to me.

This letter, too. I haven't the courage to open it.

My Fabrizio, this money is for you.

I won't need it.

But you certainly will.

You and Roberta.

Say hello to your friend, Federico.

I send you a kiss,

from wherever I am.

And don't worry about me.

I'm sick, but I'm fine.

Of the money we made with the B&B, she didn't spend one Euro.

She put it aside for me.

How'd you find out about my grandma?

I didn't.

Actually, I came here for another reason.

I've a problem, and I need your help.

Besides it not being a good moment...

I don't feel up to it. I told you. I just can't.

I received a notice of indictment.

Huh?

Someone filed an anonymous complaint to frame me.

Anonymous? It was Purpura.

The Finance Police came to my home.

I must appear in court.

What do you want from me?

I need a lawyer.

Also a friend.

What is the saying?

"Who finds a friend, finds a lawyer".

What an idiot!

- What is he doing here? - Condolences.

Do your folks know who he is?

- He's the recommended shithead. - They know, they know.

You said you'd never see him again.

Dad, Mom, I didn't tell you everything about this matter.

Federico didn't have a recommendation.

He stole the recommendation from Senator Purpura's son.

Now people steal recommendations?

Dad, think about it. If he really had a recommendation,

would he need me to solve the files?

Anyway, he just received a notice of indictment

because the Senator wants to frame him with an anonymous complaint,

- and take him to court. - More lies.

No, love, it's not a lie. It's the truth.

Why don't you go tell the judge the truth?

In fact, it's what I'll do.

I will defend Federico in court.

What is it? Am I a lawyer or not?

Here's a pillow.

If you feel observed, I'll take them off.

- No, they keep me company. - If you need anything, I'm over there.

- Good night. - Good night.

If I end up in jail, will you bring oranges?

- I will, I will. - So I'll end up in jail?

You will, if you don't let me sleep.

It was a heavy and tiring day.

Let me rest, and tomorrow we'll prepare the defense.

- Good night. - Good night.

Will you add tangerines, too?

That is the reason, Your Honor, why my client must be acquitted.

The jury approves.

- Bravo, bravo! - Let's not rejoice. Maybe...

- Bravo, bravo! - We may not win.

Don't... You're exaggerated!

JUSTICE BUILDING

- Mom, I'm nervous. - Don't worry, Luca.

How can I not worry? They called me to testify, not you.

- Luca... - If they ask me something,

- what should I do? - Luca, what did you see?

- Nothing. - What did you hear?

- Nothing. - So what do you have to say?

- Nothing. - Let's go!

TODAY THE PAGANO CASE STARTS

Mr. Giuseppe Bolignari,

born in Palermo, on February 18, 1963,

and Mr. Federico Pagano,

born in Malvasia, on August 30, 1996,

are accused of the offences

as per article 319 and 321 of the Penal Code,

in-so-much that they were in agreement for passing of a public competition.

An anonymous letter confirms that Bolignari

had indicated to Pagano the way to identify his assignment,

whereupon he'd give him the maximum grade,

with a specific phrase inside the assignment.

In fact, that is what emerges from a check.

The exchange of information supposedly took place

in the bathroom inside the competition room,

as we can see from the scenes taken from internal videocameras.

I call Giuseppe Bolignari to the witness stand,

and ask the D.A. to begin questioning. Thank you.

Mr. Bolignari, did you receive sums of money

from Federico Pagano or others, to favor winning the competition?

No.

When you entered the bathroom, as we see from the videocamera,

did you talk to Mr. Federico Pagano?

Absolutely not. I didn't see him.

In fact, I squatted to check if there were candidates in the bathrooms.

I would've seen his feet, right?

So you're saying that Pagano was hiding?

How do I know?

Your Honor, I went to the bathroom only to pee.

If peeing is an offense, then I am guilty.

Of course.

So Mr. Federico Pagano

won the competition because he's very well-learned, right?

Yes, very well-learned.

I call to the witness stand, Luca Purpura.

Go on.

Fully aware of the moral and judiciary responsibility

that I take on with my deposition, I swear to tell the truth,

and will hide nothing to my knowledge.

Mr. Purpura, you were called as a witness

because the security videocameras reveal

that you were in the bathroom too, at that moment.

Why did you go there?

To pee.

Then he's guilty, too!

- Of course! - Order in the courtroom!

Mr. Bolignari, remain seated or I must have you leave the courtroom.

I apologize.

Mr. Purpura, did you hear Pagano and Bolignari talk to each other?

- No. - Did you see Bolignari in the bathroom?

No. Evidently, when I went inside, he was already in a booth.

Did you see Federico Pagano?

No.

Was Federico Pagano perhaps in the same booth with Bolignari?

No. I repeat, I...

I didn't see anything, and don't know anything.

Mr. Pagano, did you know the phrase to be inserted in the assignment

in order to win the competition?

Yes.

- Then it's true! - See?

I don't believe it!

How did you know it?

I heard it in the bathroom

when Mr. Bolignari said it to Luca Purpura.

How do you dare?

Your Honor, call the defendant to order!

Order in the courtroom! Silence!

Please, Mr. Pagano, go ahead.

I was inside one of the booths,

and I heard Mr. Bolignari saying to Luca Purpura

to insert the phrase in the assignment,

so he would recognize it, and have him win the competition.

But Mr. Bolignari said he had checked, and no one was in the bathroom.

He would've seen his feet. How do you explain that?

For this, I call to the witness stand, Mrs. Teresa Bevilacqua,

Federico Pagano's mother.

That morning, Federico did not feel well.

He's had intestinal problems ever since he was a little boy.

- Since elementary school. - Mom!

When he's very tense, nervous or emotional...

he has to go to the bathroom.

Since I care about my son, and I love him,

and would never hurt him... Me!

That morning I said that if he must go to the bathroom,

he should squat.

Ma'am, can you explain what you mean by "squat"?

May I get up?

Please.

Like this.

Squatting, with your feet on the toilet seat,

to avoid coming in contact with eventual germs.

So let's recapitulate.

An anonymous letter confirms that my client won the competition

because in his assignment there was written a phrase in Greek.

No, in Latin.

Your Honor,

is that phrase actually in Latin?

I confirm, but that is a circumstance that was never told to Mr. Purpura.

So, Mr. Purpura,

how did you know that the phrase was in Latin?

Your Honor.

Say that you heard those two saying that phrase. Go on!

Senator Purpura, please keep calm!

Yes, yes...

Please, Mr. Caruso.

Mr. Purpura, will you tell us why you know this information?

Now that I think of it, when I entered the bathroom,

I heard a voice saying to put the phrase,

"Ignorantia legis non excusat."

Now that I've heard Mr. Bolignari's voice,

I can say it was his.

- Objection. - Sustained.

Mr. Purpura, didn't you just state

that you didn't hear anything in the bathroom?

My son will only talk in the presence of my lawyer.

Mr. Purpura, I remind you that if this is false witness,

it is an offense. Understand? You'll end up in jail.

I didn't even want to participate in that competition,

but my mother obliged me!

Silence! Be quite, idiot!

The idiot won't go to jail because of you!

You wrote the anonymous letter

because you were convinced that Pagano had given Bolignari

- more than what you gave him! - Objection!

Mr. Bolignari, you cannot object. Only the attorneys can do that.

Alright, but he is useless. He doesn't object.

He doesn't speak, doesn't say anything. Go on. Object.

- Your Honor, objection. - Overruled.

If you want me to say everything,

I didn't forget the phrase. I didn't write it on purpose,

because I am tired of your recommendations!

I'll kill you! I'll kill you!

You're an idiot! Idiot!

You're just like your father! Just like your father!

That is why I left him.

Get away from me! If you touch me I'll report you.

Your Honor,

what is my client accused of?

Stealing a recommendation?

Being one of the many young people obliged to find some way

of being independent,

and avoid being supported by parents at 30 years of age?

What shall we accuse him of?

Of being late because society is rushing him?

Today, being young is difficult, Your Honor.

Because society makes you anxious, even if you aren't.

You... your generation, that of our parents,

had a home, a job, a family when you were 25.

Instead, at 30 we don't have...

- Jack shit. - ...a life.

We can say that we young people...

are bad off, but are fine.

We don't want a steady job.

We'd just like a place in society.

Your Honor, I participated in that competition, too.

And I'm one of those who, to be able to live with his girlfriend...

would do anything.

So I ask myself who is to blame?

You? The old generations,

that weren't able to look at us? Or is it our fault,

because we're not on the ball?

Perhaps future generations will come and...

will tell us the same things that we're saying to you.

Because you've told us many times, "We'll see".

This "We'll see" has come.

Federico Pagano didn't pay anyone,

nor did he convince anyone to do anything against his will.

So he didn't commit any offense.

Let's say that if the right train passes by only once in your life,

he got on without paying the ticket.

Therefore, he must be acquitted.

Thank you.

As per article 530 of the Procedural Penal Code,

the court declares that Bolignari Giuseppe

is guilty of the offense in article 319 of the Penal Code,

and sentences him to four years in prison.

Furthermore...

it acquits Federico Pagano, because the fact is not an offense.

The session is over.

What are you looking at? Keep your eyes on the desk.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thanks so much.

I didn't know how...

to explain everything to you.

We are in a courtroom.

I was acquitted. Do you want to be arrested?

- Alright, but... - Go on. What have we come to?

- Don't exaggerate! - Go on!

- Shit! Not even in the Middle Ages... - Go on!

- Come on! - He's a bit exaggerated.

Therefore, after the updated consideration of the assignments,

the winner of the competition

that created so much discussion in the last few days...

just think... is Fabrizio Caruso...

Fabrizio! Fabrizio! Fabrizio!

- Fabrizio! Fabrizio! - No, not him.

Everyone can eat lasagna today, except Fabrizio.

See? You said that he couldn't pass the competition

- because they were all rigged. - But it was rigged!

Fabrizio won, but it was none-the-less rigged.

Here comes the cake!

Good-day. Where shall I put the cake?

Congratulations!

Congratulations? Aren't you upset with us?

With you? Are you kidding?

Thanks to you, for a few years I've gotten rid of my ball-buster mother.

She has house arrest and I found a job. I can put money aside,

and finally go live in London by myself.

- Then come and eat with us. - Come on! Sit down!

- Can you get the cake? - Excuse me.

- At this point... - Pour him something to drink.

Wait. If everything went well, it's thanks to the Medjugorje Madonna.

I had Giuseppe promise me that if Federico was acquitted...

- You'd go back to Medjugorje? - I wish.

No!

E POI SI VEDE

TO MAURIZIO BOLOGNA