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Hundred-and-eight-inch screens.

Dolby Surround and PlayStation 4 in every room.

So, I play when I'm in the tub, the jacuzzi....

There's no jacuzzi in your bathroom.

I'll buy a house. We're talking about a million euros.

First you think about 108-inch TVs, then about the house?

Look who's talking. You'd get a restaurant.

Yeah, a restaurant's swag.

Yeah, to go eat at. Not to work in.

If I win a million euros I'll work?

- Really. - Why now?

Check out those bitches, as if.

- The brunette's not too bad. - Maybe a blowjob.

You talk about things you don't know.

- She's old. But I'd give her one. - Hey, dipshit! That's my mother!

- Sorry... she's hot, though. - Cut it out, okay?

Idiot.

What's she at that one? The one with that pissed-off face?

She's kinda cute, though. Something about her.

For you they're all kinda cute.

What...? She's one of those stoners who occupied the movie theatre.

They kicked them out and disinfected the place!

You, losers.

Loosely based on POCO PIÙ DI NIENTE

- I'll go that way. - I'll go this way.

Jeez, guys. I can't go any further.

Stop. Where are you going? Come here.

Where the fuck are you running to?

Come here. It's just the two us. Let's talk.

- I didn't fuckin' do nothing. - That's right, come on.

- Where the fuck are you going? - What the fuck? It wasn't me.

Shut up, stop coming round here being a jerk.

- The fuck did I do? - This... the fuck did I do?

- Keep off our turf. Understood? - Understood.

- I didn't hear you! - I said I understood.

- Now fuck off. - I'll get you sooner or later.

What did you say?

Guys, the cops... the cops.

The cops!

Stop there! Don't move! Face to the wall!

Go, face to the wall.

Come on, guys. A nice little drive to the station.

EVERYTHING YOU WANT

Hurry it up!

- Stop it, what did I say? - You wanna see me screwed, dead?

I wanna know what the fuck I did to him?

What did I tell you?

I left school two years ago, I didn't even get a diploma.

I don't do a fucking thing all day,

- Nothing goes right for me, because I... - Mr. Big Dick.

Why don't you work at the stall with m it's for losers, right?

- I never asked you for anything, Dad. - Except money for tattoos, beer...

Cigarettes and all the other shit you do with your friends. You want that?

- That's small change. - Small change? You little shit.

I get up the three-thirty every mornin to earn small change.

Well, let's make it so from today I don't even give you that, okay?

- I'll get by. - You'll get by? How, dealing?

If you get put in jail, I'll leave you there.

Couldn't be worse than here. Can I go?

Wait a minute.

I got you a job, I wanna see what the fuck you come up with.

- What job did you get me? - There's this guy...

who lives in a building nearby where Regina's friend cleans.

This guy, what...?

He lives alone and he needs someone to take him out for walks.

- Be a caregiver for an old man? - So you're deaf?

- Bye. - Then get out of this house!

Be an asshole and I'll throw you out and change the locks.

- You can't. - Yes, he can, you're of age.

- The lease is in his name... - What the fuck do you want?

Go back to Slovenia where you came from.

- Slovakia, you ignorant jerk. - Still all gypsies.

- Asshole. - Slut.

- Fuck you! - Don't you touch her! Get out!

You no do it, I do it.

There's no peace in this fucking house

Claudia? Can you talk?

Guys. Look at the tits on that.

- Poldo, they're fake. - Even better. You can feel it all.

You don't understand shit.

- Do you want this one, ma'am? - Just let me think.

- Or else there's this series here. - Yes, thanks.

Take this one, ma'am. It's a good one, I can tell.

- But I wanted to scratch it in here. - You can't, you gotta do it outside.

It's a new law. She's never won a thing in her life.

- What are you doing? - Two minutes, Claudia.

- What, are you closing my shop? - I gotta talk to you.

But I've got to work! What happened to your lip?

Was it your dad, last night?

No, Alessandro. Stop it, come on.

Last night, you know... I thought of you the whole time.

It was killing me. All I could think of was you.

What are you doing? Are you crazy? Don't even think of it. Here?

I love you to bits. Please, let me make love.

Don't be silly. Get dressed.

- You for real? We were about to do it - Yeah. Really?!

God, you're so hot.

- So what have you decided? - About what?

- You going to see that guy? - I dunno. Don't feel like it.

He wants to talk. I can't do stuff like that.

A few hours a day, it'll get you out of the house.

- You'll even earn some money. - But he's old.

I'll be old soon, too.

- You won't even talk to me? - Please.

But I won't have time for my stuff... I can't do it.

It would be nothing but positive.

It's Riccardo.

Ricky, baby...

Yeah, I was in the bathroom, dear.

You're here? Yeah, I'll open it right now.

- He's here, go. - We gotta tell him.

If he figures it out, he'll kill me.

You're crazy. Get outta here. Don't come here again!

- I can't live without you. - Stop it. Go.

You've got to go.

May I?

Anyone here?

This way.

You're so young. I'm Laura. Come in, come in.

Be quiet. Giorgio's resting.

I was cleaning, Dolores only does the bare minimum.

- I made coffee. Want some? - Thanks.

- Sit down. Alessandro, right? - Yes.

I imagine you don't know anything. No one does about poets.

Anyway. He was born in Pisa 85 years ago.

And then he moved to Rome in the fifties.

And he's always lived in this house. It was my parents'. Now it's mine.

I live on the floor above with my daughter, sort of... She lives in London.

She's never here. How old are you?

- Twenty-two. - I'll introduce you, then. She's beautiful.

But she's like a nun. All she does is study, I'm a bit worried.

I take it without sugar. I'll give you some honey. Here.

I owe him a lot because years ago I was in a really bad way.

I didn't want to live anymore and Gior was the only one who stuck by me.

- Don't smoke, do you? - A bit.

Give me a cigarette. Thanks.

Perfect.

Roma fan? Good, me too.

He mustn't even see those. Smoking's really bad for him.

So, watch out. He's sneaky. He'll try anything.

He can't tell right from wrong because Alzheimer's does that.

Don't worry, we're still in the initial phase.

In the morning he gets up, showers, gets dressed, eats by himself.

But he's very absent-minded. You can't leave him alone.

Dolores does the nights. Luckily, he gets up late in the morning.

She's good, but a sourpuss, so he can't stand her.

We need someone to take him out in the afternoon.

- He can't stay in all day. - No, he can't.

I thought 20 euros. That seems honest.

No, that's not it, I mean...

- He's woken up. Come. - Laura?

Well? Did we have a nice nap?

I want you to meet someone. Come.

So, you came back?

You're much better looking.

I'm glad you're here, Carlo.

You'll stay with us, right?

Ah, very good.

What do we do? Wait?

We'll play a hand with the dummy. He takes forever in the can.

- Turn that off, Mom doesn't like it. - As if she doesn't know.

I'm getting a beer.

How did it go?

He bummed me out.

Then he's a got brain disease.. I forget what it's called.

- Alzheimer's? - Yeah. Can you catch it?

- And apart from that? - He's a poet.

Giorgio... Ghelarducci. Never heard of him. You?

Me neither. That doesn't mean anything, I'm ignorant.

Just imagine. I didn't even know poets still existed.

- And what's the house like? - Old...

- You know, like in a museum? - Yes.

- Yeah, it's just like a museum. - Is he at least a nice guy?

Oh, God, a nice guy... Poor guy's all alone like a dog.

Remembers fuck all. He thought I was someone else.

Then he took my hand. He kinda freaked me out, Claudia...

But in the end, he's nice.

So, are you going back?

- No. - Ma, make me a coffee.

Drink it slowly. It's cold.

- Aren't you gonna come and play? - Let's go.

You can make your own coffee, Momma's boy.

Don't be a pain, slave.

Get outta here, you and your friends.

We're ready.

Has he come to fix the apparatus? Young man, it's about time.

He'll fix it later. You're both going for a little walk.

I won't be here when you get back. Here are the keys.

Come.

This is your pocket money. Be good. No sweets.

There you go.

- Do I have to go with him? - Yes.

I'm not at all persuaded.

- You'll have fun, you'll see. - Here's hoping.

Good morning, Professor.

Thank you. God bless you! God bless you, Professor.

Gimme that money, gimme that money!

- Go away! - 10 euros. I get 20 in two hours.

Are you crazy? Give me this fucking money.

Drop dead.

- I hope your balls dry up...! - Fat chance!

Hope your dick drops off.

You've got to wait for me.

Who are you? Do we know each other?

I walk with you. Have you already forgotten?

Then walk with me.

I really can't.

You can't smoke. You're not allowed to smoke.

- Are you a student? - No. I quit.

- What do you do? - Nothing at the moment.

The profession of the learned man. If you think you know, you know nothin

Goodbye.

"In all your wanderings," -

- "paying attention to what you see".

"Take great care where you put your fee".

All right.

If we're done, I'll go.

I've got to go to the bathroom quickly.

Good evening.

Hi. I was looking for the bathroom. I got the wrong door.

See? It happened after his wife died five years ago.

For months he refused to go out and wouldn't see anyone.

I brought him food. But he never let me in.

One day, I rang the bell, he didn't answer. I was worried.

I got the keys and let myself in, he had gone out.

The room was a mess. Books and paintings on the floor, and these writings.

Why did he scratch this on the walls here?

He told me he had run out of paper and ink.

So I bought him reams of paper and new typewriter ribbons

but he said he didn't need them as he would never write again.

But what's written there?

Who knows? It's all over the place, and besides, I'm half blind.

As far as I can tell, they're memories from his youth.

He talks about war, a great love, which I think is his wife Serena.

"Maybe I shall not return."

"Maybe not one morning, in Via San Frediano, No.23,

to hide and whistle under your window"

"Ajar to give a glimpse, if it's not of you,

never again behind the curtains...

That face I can only guess,

behind the sun that surrenders behind a merry-go-round."

Yo! What were you doing in the park with that old guy?

- You pestering old people now? - I take him out. They give me 30 euros.

At least you'll pay your debts. Who is it?

- A guy. What the fuck do you care? - Check it out!

- Pansy boy's up himself. - How mysterious.

He's got this awesome house in Via Dandolo.

Why am I telling you for? He's a poet, I don't ...

- A poet? Come on. - He's won heaps of prizes.

- He's written heaps of books. - He's not a fag, is he?

Sure... Via Dandolo.

- I don't get it. - 30 euros an hour's not much for that

No, wait a moment...

- What if it keeps raining? - You can walk up and down the hall,

listen to music, chat.

Figure it out, darling. Bye.

I'll sit here.

What? Should I go in there?

- Will you read to me? - No, it's not... It's a sports paper.

"Rome. Enthusiasm returns."

That was the headline.

"The free day in Trigoria...

Has turned into a sort of working meeting.

Whoever wanted to could participate -

- and many did".

"Daniele De Rossi, Alessandro Florenzi and others,

and even the captain Francesco Totti..

Totti, I've heard of him.

A valuable young center-forward...

We'll being hearing more about him, mark my words.

Really?

- So, you like soccer? - A great deal.

I'm a supporter of the mighty Grande T

and I play often.

Even last week... at San Rossore...

Weren't you there too, Carlo?

- Sure. We won, didn't we? - Not at all!

We lost, and badly.

But it was a good day just the same.

Then Costanza...

In that little floral frock...

Isn't she beautiful when she laughs?

- Your wife? - No. Costanza, okay?

Costanza! My wife...

I'd marry her, naturally.

- But isn't she dead? - Yes, you bet, of course. I think.

I beg your pardon, but I'm a little tired.

Do you mind if I go to lie down for a minute.

Not at all. Actually, I'll give you a

Today I went for a wonderful walk.

Along the Arno as far as the Arsenale. The sun was out.

- An eight went by. - The tram?

No, silly, the rowing eight!

You never get used to the beauty of things.

Right.

- All good? - I'm obliged to you.

I didn't get that.

- Thank you. - Ah, you're welcome.

"The nameless body of a German boy,

his face clamped into the mud,

his hair trapped in frost..."

"I've seen you kill and steal with gai

as if life and wealth were yours."

"The houses gutted, the dear dead bodies..."

"Mike, John and Robert, brothers in arms..."

- May we? - No, no, guys...

Jeez, great friend you are. You wanna leave us out here in the cold?

Be quiet, Giorgio's sleeping, please.

Giorgio? So you're thick as thieves no

Wow!

- Doesn't look like a rich guy's place - But there's something about it.

It's like the house of that guy we visited at school.

What was his name?

Is this the TV?

Wow... from my grandma's day. Has it got a SCART at least?

What for?

Wee-wee, rememberthat kid from high-school -

- who was supposed to give us 200 euros of dope? Ricky made him cry.

He ran home and brought it in his mout Gets it back when he coughs the dough.

Only, I couldn't keep it at my place. Mom will twig. We'll keep it here.

No, no. Absolutely no way.

- Don't be a pain in the ass, hide it! - Football Pro 2016.

- The latest one? - Yes.

- Comes into center, left of the side - Jerk-off.

Yeah? I'll show you.

- Good evening, everyone. - Good evening.

- Stay comfortable. - They just dropped by, they're leavin

Stay comfortable.

The score is stuck at nil all.

A game of soccer?

- Who's playing? - Grande Torino.

- Derby against Juventus. Put Juventus - By Jove!

It's a splendid day. The stands are full.

For Torino, Bacigalupo, Ballarin, Maroso, Grezar...

Rigamonti... Casigliano...

Menti, Loik, Gabetto, Mazzola, Ferraris second.

- For Juventus, Buffon, Lichtsteiner. - You crazy? The fuck have you done?

- There was only this one. - ...Marchisio, Pogba, Evrà, Hernanes

Dybala, Morata.

It's on.

Tactical phase, midfield.

Marchisio to Pogba...

Mazzola steals the ball! Mazzola is a in front of the goalie and goal!

- We scored! - These fucking hunchbacks!

I showed you!

- What's going on? - Good evening.

We're winning 1-0!

It went off. What a pity. We need to call...

a repair man for this too.

They're friends of mine. They're leaving now, I'm sorry.

Not a problem. He's always greatly lacked male company.

And never you mind. When he wants he's a big clown. Look.

Main thing is not to tire him out too much. Did you let him smoke?

No smoking? No, no.

I'm having like a dejà vu.

- Do you feel sick? - Me? No, I don't.

It's that this place...

I feel like I've already been here.

No, it's the first time for me. Wow, it's cool, eh?

Cool?

I mean, it's beautiful.

Beautiful things are useless. Like poems.

- If you say so... - Why, what about me?

You're a poet.

We all are, sooner or later.

You've never written any poems?

No, I... Maybe just one in elementary school, I half copied it from a friend.

You write them when you don't know where to put love.

Have you ever been in love?

No... I haven't. No... never. Have you?

Only once. All my life.

And your heart beats strongly.

It's getting a bit nippy.

- Wanna go? - Are you going away?

No...

All right.

You're staying? Thank you.

Giorgio. Good evening.

Alessandro's told me all about you. I wanted to say hello. I'm Claudia.

Thank you, but... who's Alessandro?

That's me. I'm still Alessandro. It's still me.

But you didn't tell me he was such a handsome man.

And he didn't tell me he had such a beautiful mother.

- Let's go, let's go. - Just a moment.

- Goodbye.. - That was fundamental.

- Beautiful woman... Eyes like embers. - Yeah, but she's not my mom.

- Are you sure? - Yep, my mother died when I was two.

- That's awful. - Don't worry, I don't even remember him.

I'm sorry.

But she looked at you with such loving eyes...

- Is she your aunt? - No.

- Your sister? - No, Professor, drop it, will you?

Drop what? What should I drop?

- I'll explain another time. - You've always had a bad temper, Carl

- Right... - Where are you going?

- Cover me. - What am I doing?

- You made the dog bark. - Fuck it.

- Now they've pissed me off. - Robert.

- What are you doing? - It's all pretend.

It's a game.

Robert's dead. I liked him.

He always gave me some chocolate.

Were Mike and John there too?

Mike and John, yeah.

Mike always played the guitar.

What are you talking about?

It's like... an Egyptian tomb.

Hey, there was a photo in a book in junior high.

- Who did this? - Him.

One day he went off his head and started doing this stuff.

Just look at the old graffiti artist.

- What's it say? - Don't understand, a sort of mega poe

- Where's the bit about the Americans? - There.

Here too.

"In the cargo space full of diesel and -

- of this green American truck".

"The hand missed a gesture, a bye, laughter..."

"They suddenly ceased and so did Pisa"

"I lost hope for a farewell,

even for a second, a day, afar."

That's beautiful. I understood fuck all but it's beautiful.

What's there to understand?

The Americans took him to a concentration camp.

That was the Germans, you idiot. The Nazis.

The Americans are like Nazis too. My sister always says so.

Your sister's a stoner too.

The Americans freed Italy from the Nazis. Americans good, Nazis bad.

You've been playing on PlayStation for years and you don't understand shit.

Calm down, man. Let's think. The old guy was in Pisa.

- Where's that? - North. Like, Bologna. Up there.

And he was... How old is he now?

Eighty-five I think.

- When did the war end? - What war?

World War II. Have you lost the plot?

Wait, I'll look it up.

Now, World War II.

In '45.

So he was?

Wait.

2016... less...

1945, equals...

71. He was 71.

He was 15, dipshit.

And so at 15, he got on an American truck and left Pisa.

And he left his girlfriend, if I got i

- Yeah, but then he married her. - How do you know?

He told me. He's only ever loved one woman in his whole life.

Young men? Don't take advantage of my cordiality.

- Sorry. We were just leaving. - What does that mean?

And who's going to plaster the room, paint it?

Listen...

I have a natural liking for workers,

but I can't stomach loafers.

Enough chit-chat. Get to work.

I'm tired too.

That mountain over there, is it the Corno alle Scale?

- I don't know. - No, maybe not. I...

I remember it was higher.

"You'll go beyond the mountain."

"And perhaps I'll be sorry not to see you anymore".

"But without you, on my own legs," -

- "my only wealth, this parcel of chestnut -

- along the way cold and hunger bit them" -

- "and love bites me constantly."

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm Alessandro's father. This is Regin

- My pleasure, Giorgio Ghelarducci. - Hello.

We were watching you and I thought, "Is it them?" I think my son was hiding.

- Are you hiding? - You're a bit embarrassed.

He never takes walks with me.

Heavens, that is a pity, because...

he's a truly notable, caring boy...

and patient.

His company is true pleasure.

We're going home.

If you'd care to walk with us...

No, thank you. We've got the scooter Then...

There'll be other opportunities. We're always out and about.

Some other time, then.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

You think he was making fun of me?

See that? He kissed my hand.

No one has ever done that to me.

Eat your fucking gelato. Let's go.

Lovely couple.

No one's ever kissed your hand? Try and wonder why.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Laura. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

There they are.

Hi. Did you have a nice walk?

- Everything okay? - No, it's not.

Because Dolores is leaving unexpected for a few weeks -

- because her 16-year-old daughter is pregnant and is getting married.

And I have to replace her. Do you feel up to it?

- To do what? I'm not right for that. - Come on...

You don't have to do anything special. Giorgio's like a clock.

Goes to bed at ten, gets up at nine.

At the most he gets up to go to the bathroom, but by himself.

- Come on! - No, I can't do it.

Look. It's 40 euros a night for a few weeks. Come on.

- Maybe he doesn't want me. - Are you kidding?

He dotes on you. Giorgio, excuse me.

Is it true that you like Alessandro?

- Who's Alessandro? - No, see what I mean?

Come on, it's him.

I really like him... How often do I have to tell you?

There. You see?

- What the fuck do you want? - Come here.

- It's my brother, you're fucked. - Do this asshole.

What the fuck are you doing?

Let's go. Come on, let's go!

- Anyway, we know where to find you! - You come find me too!

- We'll get you again. - Come here, come on!

- Take it easy! - Come here!

Who are they? The same as last time?

- What did they do to you? - Nothing.

- Let's go home. - You know they'll be back, right?

They won't find me. I'm not sleeping here anymore.

What?

Litter good in the bin!

I'll throw you in the bin!

You got something to say?

- I gotta get my stuff. - Go ahead.

He's not happy you're going.

You're happy, though. You can spread out a bit more.

I'm not leaving to go to war.

It's only for a month. Anyway, he got me this job.

- He should be happy. - He'd like to be the one to help you.

He is good, you are full of ate.

Ate?

See what you're like? Impossible to be around.

So, where's the problem? Stay away from me.

I'm ready.

- Your pants are back-to-front. - My head...

- No, don't worry, I'll help you. - I can smell smoke.

- No, there's no smoke. - Did anyone smoke?

Who smoked?

- To your health. - To your health.

- Everything okay? - We'll leave the lamp aglow.

- I don't understand. - The light on.

- Good night. - Good night, dear boy.

- Mom? - It's all right, stay with him.

"Maybe I won't come back. Maybe not one morning at 23 Via San Frediano," -

- "to hide and whistle under your window. Ajar to give a glimpse," -

- "if it's not of you... ...peeling potatoes. Shining shoes."

"I've never been so free and happy..."

"The sleepless nights trying not to listen to the moans..."

"Then we parted in the dirty snow. Me to peace -

- and you to battle."

"Everything you want and that was the farewell".

"...I had a treasure from you, shining like the Grail," -

- "yearning and the precious track to war" -

I had from you the future that I hid in the earth.

In a safe place at the foot of the cro

I open with five...

- Not me. - Bye.

- Raise you. - How much?

Three.

- You? - One.

Your call.

All.

Plus 20 more.

Call.

Enough for you?

And with that, you owe me 85.

I'm going to the can. Play a hand with me, so maybe Alessandro can win.

Here, this is twenty. You and me are square now, okay?

Yeah, sure...

How often do I have to tell you that you can't smoke?

There's no need to be discourteous, Carlo.

- There's Carlo again. I'm Alessandro. - I won't argue.

Anyway, I'd be far more cautious with three tens.

- Really? - Yes.

All right, let's do this. You can play this hand.

I'd be glad to.

I'll be right back. Don't let him smoke.

Deal me some cards, boys.

- I knew it. - What is this story?

How should I know, it's a poem. It'll be all invented.

No way, this is a true story.

The treasure, the Grail. Could be money, gold, -

- jewels... We need to get him to talk.

- About what? He doesn't remember. - We'll help him.

- Full house with three aces, gentleme - But Giorgio...

You always win. It's incredible. That's the third hand in a row.

One flush, two full houses, two pokers Never seen anything like it.

Nor have I! To tell the truth...

I'm a little embarrassed.

Here, Professor, have another sip. You've earned it.

One more hand for me then I'm done, I'm cleaned out.

You should have said he was a professional, we're losing our shirts.

It's just good luck, Mike.

Talking of luck, what happened to our present?

- What present? - That we gave you before we parted.

But we never parted. We're still here, all together.

Right. Then...

What will you do with it when we part?

- Aren't we playing anymore? - Of course we're playing.

But let one of us win now, because you're rich anyway.

Here...

Smoke.

- Good. - It's good, yeah, take a long drag.

- Cut it out, Riccardo. - Take it easy, it's nothing.

It's a little strong.

It is, have another hit.

- Go home! - You don't get it.

No, you don't get it, I don't like thi End of story.

- Why? We were having fun. - Hear that, dipshit?

I don't care. Riccardo, go home, go on

- You need to go. Go on! - Come on, Riccardo, let's go.

Go on, get out!

- Out! - What about the money?

I'll give it back to you.

- I don't understand what happened. - I'll explain later.

- He started talking in English too. - So, now you know English?

- You're a dickhead! - Get outta here!

What are you doing? Calm down!

Guys! What are you doing?

- Hello. - Goodbye.

We were kidding around, it's nothing.

- Did you let him smoke? - No. No smoking, no.

Just a little. We had fun in moderatio

- I'll take you to bed. - That's a sensible idea.

So, you don't get it at all. We're talking about his health here.

- Don't make me get someone else. - How tedious.

It won't happen again. I promise, Mrs. Laura. I'm sorry.

You won't believe me, but in the last hand...

I was dealt four aces.

- I would have destroyed you. - Really?

But we've got to give the money back to the guys.

You need it more than I do. Believe me

"The horrible blaze of the fire."

"Burns, enflames all of my being!"

Dad, can you hear me?

Dinner is ready, Mother wants you at the table.

"Monsters. Put it out or very quickly".

"I'll put it out with your blood!"

Carlo!

- Shit. - Carlo!

- Carlo, where are you hiding? - Here I am.

- I'm very restless. - I think so too.

I'm caught up in my thoughts.

- Get the chair and come here. - Yeah.

I've thought about it.

I want to go back up there.

Back up where?

I don't know! I don't remember.

- You ask certain questions! - You're right.

But if I see it, I'll recognize it. You've got to help me.

- Or else what are you here for? - Yes, okay. But what's up there?

Don't you see? We've got to hurry. We're running out of time.

Do you understand? Do you understand?

Yes.

- Hi. What are you doing here? - Nothing, wandering around.

- What are you doing? - Studying. I've got an exam.

- Medieval history. - Wow, big stuff.

Who's that sucker? A friend of yours?

- I'll let him have it. - No, wait. Let's go outside.

Study!

- Were you looking for a book? - Yes...

See if they've got these.

Wow, this is all serious stuff.

- What do you need it for? - Research.

- So you're still studying? - No, it's like a hobby for me.

- Make a note of this one too. - Yeah, I'll take a photo.

There we go. What do I do now?

Fill out the form, go to the lending counter. You got a card?

For the stadium. I've been banned though. But I still have it.

- Just kidding. - All right, I've got mine.

"THE BREACH OF THE GOTHIC LINE"

Listen. I'm going away. Don't start any fights, huh?

- What's your name? - Zoe.

Good, Zoe. Listen... Are you leaving right now?

- I've still got ten minutes... - I'll wait outside if you like.

- You got a scooter? - No, public transport.

- I'll give you a ride. - All right.

Hurry up, though. I'll wait outside. Bye.

Have you got a pen and paper?

- Yes. - Thank you.

I'll give them back.

- Don't worry. - You never know.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

- I'll see you at the bar. - Yeah, or drop by the bakery.

- Why, are you working there too? - No, but...

We're there now, near the movie theatr

There it is.

Giorgio?

The place you were talking about last night... Is it called Ospitale?

I don't understand, sorry.

The place where the treasure's buried.

But... aren't you supposed to be at school, Carlo?

Sure, at school...

I'm not Carlo.

- Who are you? - Robert.

Don't you remember? I let you on the truck in Pisa.

Mike and John were there too.

You slept with us in the tent, you worked in the kitchen...

Then we had to cross the mountains and you couldn't come.

But before leaving, we gave you a gift.

You were kind.

You felt sorry for me.

I was all alone in the world.

Why alone?

My dad... and my mom -

- died in the bombings.

So did my little brother, Carlo.

The gift we gave you, -

- you hid it underground because you were scared it'd get stolen, right?

If I tell you, will they take it away?

No, they won't take it away. It's yours.

Just tell me if this is the place.

Yes, yes...

It's down there.

I buried it under the cross right in front of it.

Oh, God!

You're such a freeloader.

Hi.

I'm glad you came by. See? I was curious.

- What are you doing? - We're doing it up. Can't you tell?

- Cool, then you're gonna make bread? - Yep, we make bread, pizza...

- That's great. - No, I was kidding!

We'll do what we did before, films, but smaller.

- Okay, you don't really care. - Sure, I do. That's why I came.

Can you give us a hand, then?

The thing is, today I can't, I've got things to do, but I'll be back.

- See ya. - Bye.

- Friends with these losers now too? - I'm not friends with them.

- Where are you going with that bag? - To the gym.

- On Sunday? - Is that forbidden?

- Still pissed about the other day? - No.

- Did the old geezer say anything? - No!

I don't know, sounds crazy to me.

You might make the trip for nothing. After all this time.

How are you getting there?

By train, then taxi. I don't know, Claudia.

- Taxi? You got money? - I got money.

He's elderly, Alessandro. You can't overtire him like that.

Look, he asked me. It means a lot to him.

- Really? - Yes.

Are just the two of you going?

Yeah, why?

- Here. You know how to drive, right? - Sure.

It's the only thing that marvel of a husband of mine left me. Please.

I love you, Claudia.

At last you said something sensible.

God, it's really raining.

Where are you going?

- Pray, where are we going? - For a nice drive. Put these on.

- Excellent idea. But isn't it early? - It's not early. Put these on.

- Giorgio, we gotta be really quiet. - Very quiet.

- Yes. - All right.

- Hello, boys. Will you join us? - No, they're not joining us.

- Okay, then no one's going. - Did your mother tell you?

I passed by yesterday and recognized the car. How did you convince her?

- She won't let me drive it. - You haven't got a license.

- And you do? - You don't have a license?

I've got my learner's permit. I still gotta buy my license.

They withdrew mine. Fuckin' cameras on the Pontina.

It's not right. You guys have nothing to do with this.

- Nor do you. - I'm doing it for him.

Don't make me laugh. You don't want to share with your friends.

- You really are limited. - Teach me how to live, please.

- I'm glad they're coming too. - Come on, let's go.

The more the merrier.

Hat...

- Professor, a pastry? - Very kind.

- He can't eat chocolate. - I've got two sandwiches too.

You got Mommy to make you a snack?

What? Mommies don't know anything, except mine, so it seems.

What do I do? Take the Florence turn-off?

"Florence. Lily of power. Spring shoot."

Needed that, eh?

"WELCOME TO OSPITALE".

- Give me your hand, Professor. - Thank you, very kind.

Lovely. I've never been here.

- Well? - That's it.

- You're kidding, right? - No. The lake wasn't in the photo.

- If you don't believe me, look. - Guys.

"Water supply for agricultural use."

"Council resolution 2725," -

- "of 12/02/1982"

- What's it say underneath? - Maximum depth, 4.5 meters.

- So? - So we can do it.

Do what? Where the fuck you going?

- We're not fishing anymore? - Sure, we're going to fish.

Where are you going?

Now accessories, that's 100, 50 a head.

- What do I do with this? - It's all I got.

I'll keep some change for some lunch.

Yeah, eat something. All right, I'll put it in.

Come on, Ricky and me will go. You guys stay with him.

- They haven't got the model, shit. - This one, but it's twice as much.

- Castel Romano method, no choice. - You think?

I'll tell Tommy. We gotta do it before they close there.

- Yeah, but you take care of him. - No. You go, you're better with words

Professor, can I tell you something?

I wrote some poems too, you know?

Yeah, for this girl at school who didn't even look at me.

- I never even gave them to her. - That's somewhat typical.

Can I come by your place one day and show them to you?

They're cool. One of them said...

"CASTEL ROMANO METHOD" Holy bitch!

That's an Angiolieri-style opening.

- Poldo! Quick, Poldo! - What's up?

Sorry, but... Where's underwear?

Underwear's at the back, down there.

I already looked, I couldn't find it. Can you help me?

- Where are you from, Rome? - Yeah, can you tell?

It's an accent I've always liked the sound of.

All right, then... I'll figure it out myself.

- Thanks, you've been real nice. - Wait. I'll show you.

- What exactly are you looking for? - Depends what you got.

- Come here, dude. - Where we going?

Somewhere a little quieter.

Goddamn it to hell! Open up!

Move, move.

Watch out!

- Holy shit, guys... we nearly died! - Where I go?

You're driving on the wrong side!

- Did you get everything? - Suits, gloves, masks,

shoes and underwater torch. We've got everything.

- You're great. - You too.

- He wanted to do me. - Who, the clerk?

Yeah, right there in the closet.

You considered it for a moment, didn't

- I didn't get that. - Careful...

- No, please. - Holy shit, the cops.

- They reported us. - You were speeding, dipshit.

None of us has a license. We're screwed.

- I've got my learner's permit. - Know what you can do with it?

- What do I do? Step on the gas? - Are you out of your mind?

- Wait, I'll go. - What are you gonna do?

Stay there, please. Getting off to a good start.

License and registration.

License?

This is a learner's permit. Who's got a license?

- All good? - Fine. Well?

- Who's this gentleman? - My pleasure, Giorgio Ghelarducci.

The boys invited me for a drive and here I am.

- Is there a problem, officer? - Do you have a license?

Gosh! Here it is, look...

- This is...? - Pertini.

Sandro. A dear friend.

I had it made smaller to keep it with me always. Thank you.

Everything's all right, then. Don't worry.

Here you are. This is yours. Goodbye. Sorry to bother you.

Sorry. Mr. Ghelarducci. You have to drive. Those are the rules.

- Ah... the rules. - Sure. You're only doing your duty.

Well, my boy. Make room for the old man.

Hold this.

Pertini...

The guy who went crazy when we won the World Cup.

My dad was a fan of his.

He was a good friend. He wanted to make me a senator for life.

But I turned it down.

- Why? - Why?

Because.. if free...

A man dies, -

- what does he care about dying?

Guys. We can't do it. We can't go now.

- What are you talking about? - It's too late.

By the time we get there, kit up, water, it'll be dark.

- Besides, he can't go. It's cold. - You're right.

I'm hungry too.

- So? - We'll go tomorrow.

- What do we do, go back to Rome? - No, we'll stay here.

Before starting,

I'd like to thank you for your welcome company.

"MESSAGE FROM CLAUDIA. Where are you? Worried. Reply."

It's nice to eat together, even though life has separated us.

Let's drink a toast! Carlo!

At last.

To your health.

- But it was half an inch. - Now it will last longer.

I got a room.

- Just one? - How many did you want?

With dinner, gas, highway, we haven't got enough.

- And tomorrow's breakfast and lunch. - Here, precisely.

There's a room out the back. I'll leave the window open, okay?

- What about the car? - Fuck, the car, you're right.

Maybe you should call her.

All right, I'll do it later. Can't you call her?

- She doesn't know we're together. - You're right. Okay.

What are we doing tomorrow?

Tomorrow we're going fishing.

I'd really love to pop into Pisa.

- If it's not too much bother. - We'll see.

Anyway... even if we don't go,

it's been a nice trip anyway. Lovely places.

Jeez, it's cold.

- My dick's disappeared, can you belie - Sure, blame the cold.

You're here?

- Five-star luxury, eh? - It's nice... a bathroom in the room.

Literally in the room.

- I'm going here. - You go there.

You go there... and, Professor, may I...

Lie down. Thanks.

No bullshit. Straight to sleep.

Be quiet, I've got to say something serious.

Someone move some furniture?

Come on, guys. Knock it off.

That barrier was pissing me off. I opened it.

- What if they see us? - No one's here. They're all dead.

What's the hurry? We could have had breakfast. There were doughnuts.

But you ate four croissants. Isn't that enough?

- Action Man, see what you can find! - Come on, guys.

Careful.

Guys?

Oh, my God.

Come on, guys.

I think they've found something!

They found it. Come on!

Come on, guys.

Come on, guys, I'll help you.

U.S. Army.

- Can you believe it? - Give me that stone.

- A pair of shoes? - That's all?

Was this your treasure? Hey, I'm talking to you!

- Don't fucking touch him! - The fuck you want?

Don't touch him. Riccardo!

Guys, listen. I can't see anymore.

What's the matter?

Fuck, a congestion!

Tommy, get the stuff. We've got to go to hospital.

Come on, Professor.

Come on, we're there.

- Emergency's that way. - Sorry, we didn't know.

- What did he do? - Congestion. He vomited.

- Two cappuccinos, four croissants. - Come with me.

Put him there.

There... Take it easy!

Just as well it's right behind here.

Excuse me, can you open the door, please?

Don't tell my mother. Don't tell her.

After giving birth to you, nothing could scare your mother anymore.

- Happy? - Very, thank you.

I really needed them.

I'm very worried about our injured friend.

I'll go see if he's been treated...

I'll take these, though. They're making a mess.

- Where are you taking them? - I'll put them in the back.

- Be careful with them. - I will.

Hey, dude. All good. He's out of danger.

- They put him on a drip. - Thank goodness.

They're keeping him for observation until tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow? I gotta take Giorgio back to Rome.

Take him back, then. There's a station. We drove past it.

- Still got a bug up your ass? - Yes, I have.

You knew we were doing all this for a shitty pair of boots.

- Why didn't you tell us? - What difference would it have made?

- You never trust me. - No. I should trust someone who...

- Never mind, forget it. - That's it, shut up.

- Where the fuck are you going? - Cut it out.

What the fuck do you want? Stay away.

- The fuck are you doing with my mothe - I don't understand.

I read the messages on her phone.

- None of your fucking business. - You flirt with my mom, it's not my b

- Exactly. - Then it's true.

What are you doing? Stop that now!

You idiots!

Making a scene like this in public. Shame on you!

What do you want, old man? Go away!

Don't you dare you speak to me like that. Is that clear?

Shut up.

No! I can't believe it.

Get the fuck away from here!

The fuck you looking at? You want more? Here I am.

- I'm talking to you! - Let's go, please.

Let's go. Take me away.

Can I tell you something? I get you.

You don't give a fuck about anyone. Leo is sick and what do you do?

Why am I even saying this? You're not a friend. You're a piece of shit.

Go on, hit me!

Pisa Central, the local train...

There's a fast local train in three hours.

- Are we in Pisa? - No, no.

- Then the announcement's wrong. - It is. We'll tell them.

Pisa Central... Attention. The train departing on platform...

Stand back from the yellow line.

Have you seen a well-dressed old guy in a hat?

He got on the bus. The 4, I think.

- How long ago? - About twenty minutes.

- Ladies... 23 Via San Frediano? - It's behind there...

- After the bridge, first on the left. - Thank you.

You nearly gave me a heart attack. We gotta go or we'll miss the train.

Just a minute.

What are you doing? It's late, Giorgio. We gotta go.

Look, look.

Good evening.

There, done. We can go.

- Giorgio... - What is it, dear boy?

Can I ask you something?

That lady we saw in Pisa...

- Still beautiful, isn't she? - Yes. But who is she?

Costanza, she was with me in high school.

We were sweethearts.

- But her parents didn't approve. - Why?

Why, why, why...?

Let me get this straight. You've been in love with her all this time.

- Even afterwards, when you... - Love is a big word.

Poetry is one thing, life is another.

In poems you can love who you like.

In real life, you only love the person who stands by you.

- Can I ask something else? - What is it?

How can you tell if someone likes you?

It's simple. If they laugh a lot when they're with you, -

- you're on the right track.

So, then what do you do? Kiss them?

First you have to ask for permission. You say, "May I?"

And then, if you can, you kiss.

- May I? - Sure, but may I...

- take a nap now? - You bet. Two, if you like.

Here we are.

- Alessandro! Tell me how he is. - Good.

- I'm sorry... - I'm sorry, my eye.

Do you know what happened here in the last two days?

Your father's beside himself. Your friend's mother called 100 times.

They called the cops. Found your friends at the hospital in Pistoia.

- How's Leo? - Fine. Call home immediately.

I'm sorry. I'll explain it better later.

What will you explain? I'm not stupid. I get it.

Why didn't you talk to me? I could have helped you. Made something up.

But you treated me like a stranger and nearly killed me with worry.

I'm sorry, Laura. I don't know what to say.

- Excuse me... I'm a little tired. - Yes.

Tomorrow you'll give me the keys back. No, I've got to think about it.

You men cause so much worry. Now hurry up. Go to him.

- I'm not going to brush my teeth. - That's all right.

- Leave the lamp on. - All right. Good night.

Good night. Alessandro...

- Will you stay with me for a while? - Sure.

I don't want anyone else here.

- All right. - Never, ever.

Never, ever. I promise.

- Are you crying? - Sorry...

It'll do you good,

it'll do you good.

Alessandro. Alessandro...

You're a good boy, Alessandro.

- I wanna talk to you. Sit down. - I gotta go, Dad.

Sit down.

- I fucked up, I know. I can explain. - I don't care.

I might be a piece of shit to you, but I'm still your father.

You're not a piece of shit, Dad.

Right, because you try not to step on shit.

- The usual talk. - Shut up and let me finish!

You disappeared for two days.

You didn't call, leave a message. Fuck, you could have been dead.

Two days of hell. Me and this poor girl, and she's pregnant.

- Pregnant? I didn't know. - Now you know!

Now that we're here, I'll tell you something else.

Regina's coming to live here with me, with us.

So? That's fine. That's fine.

We love each other.

I'm happy for you, Dad. Really.

- Can I go? - That's not what I wanted to say.

You piss me of, make me forget things. I...

I wanted to say, you're stopping with the old guy, you're coming to work for

- No, I promised him. - Then you're not listening.

No, you're not listening. Can I go, please?

If you go out that door, you're not coming back.

I'll come work with you, Dad. I promise. But not now. I can't.

I love you.

Did you hear what he said?

He said he loves me.

Mrs. Laura, hello?

Look who it is! So you're not hiding?!

- Running away, shitting yourself? - Leave me alone, I gotta go.

- You beat up my brother though. - I apologize.

- That's too easy. Hit him. - But he apologized.

- I told you to hit him! - Go on, hurry up.

- You call that hitting? - I hurt him, I did.

You didn't hurt him at all. Shit...

He was there.

In his chair. It looked like he was looking out the window.

I didn't realize straightaway. Sorry, I can't stop.

"Everything you want and that was our goodbye -

- everything I want, in the end, I had it."

Before we leave, -

- I wanted to read you these verses of Giorgio's -

- that seem suitable for this farewell.

"It's late friends. I must go. Don't bother calling a taxi.

I'll gladly take a stroll.

Besides, the address of the final abode is unknown".

"Please forgive me. Really, it's really rather late".

"The beautiful summer night is calling me. So deep and soundless".

"Makes me suppose there's a God makes me suppose he is good."

Don't worry. I told Riccardo that you had a crush, but nothing happened.

- He believed me. You've grown huh? - It's the shoes.

- Listen, I wanted to say... - There's nothing to say.

Go, get a move on.

- Friends like before? - Why? Have we ever been friends?

Because if he's free... a man dies...

What does he care about dying?

- What course is it? - Avid and ProTools.

Video editing, three months.

- He says there's a lot of demand. - If you say so...

I'm gonna be a waiter at my uncle's restaurant.

Three days a week.

You'll send him broke. You'll even eat the chairs.

- When are you leaving? - In two weeks.

- Where you going? - To Santo Domingo.

That crook of my old man's opened a bar.

They need a hand for a few months, then I'll come back.

- You going to work with your dad too? - I'll try.

All right, guys. It's late.

- We'll catch up for a pizza. - Bye.

Roma's on in half an hour.

- Right, Wednesday match. Let's go to - What are you doing?

- No, I'll watch it here. You go. - Bye, Alessandro.

Bye. Anyway, nice story. Thanks.

Hello.

I start in five minutes. I'm getting a beer.

No, wait. I don't feel like it anymore.

What are you dressed for? These shoes?

- A long story. I was at a funeral. - I'm sorry.

- No, don't worry about it. - Who died?

Giorgio Ghelarducci.

- Who was he? - Who was he? A poet.

- Never heard of him. - Never heard of him?

What do they teach you at university? He was a very important poet.

What did he write?

He wrote his first collection in 1950. He wasn't even twenty.

It was called "Lungarni" because he lived in Pisa. That's in Tuscany.

- That's in Tuscany. - Yeah, it's in Tuscany.

Then he moved down to Rome and wrote three more collections.

And he won heaps of prizes.

Just think, he was a friend of the President.

- Like, friends...? - You're having me on.

- President of the Republic. - Why are you laughing?

- You're making fun of me. - You don't believe me? Here, look.

No, okay. I believe you.

- I just wasn't expecting that, okay? - You weren't expecting it?

- No, all this stuff, Ghelarducci... - So, you see?

Why are you sitting like that? Have I offended you?

- You're cute, though. - Do I make you laugh?

- At least I make you laugh. - At least...

- May I? - What?

EVERYTHING YOU WANT

"TO MY FATHER"

"TO HIS FRIENDS MIKE, JOHN AND ROBERT"

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