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[Marta] I know,

I know what the National Geographic documentaries say,

that starlings gather together in this incredible dance

to protect themselves from predators and prevent them from attacking,

I know.

But I have another theory.

[Antonio] Go limp! Are you holding on? You never hold on.

There's traffic even at this hour.

Oh God, sorry.

If we'd left a little later at least...

we wouldn't have found this traffic.

You know I have to get up early tomorrow.

If we'd stayed a little longer at least...

For fuck's sake!

It feels like we ran away.

-No, you said goodbye to everyone. -You didn't say goodbye to anyone.

I said goodbye to Claudio, what difference do the others make?

Stop, I'm getting the cookies.

-Huh? -I'm getting the cookies.

These only have chocolate ones.

I don't really agree with your reasoning.

It was an opening, people don't talk.

-"Good evening. -Hello.

-They don't talk... -You say yourself that you get bored.

But if I have to go, I have to go.

It's 14.50.

-Are you collecting points? -Yes, I have the card.

-Thank you. -This month we have these,

-They're handmade. -No, thanks.

-What do you mean, no? -With your points I can give you three.

Can you give me a bag, please? What are we supposed to do with them?

I don't know, but let's take them.

I have them at home too, they're cute. They're well made.

Can you give us a bag? Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye. But what are you going to do with them?

Be careful, otherwise they'll break.

What did I do to you? Why are you mad at me?

-I'm mad at you? -Yes.

I only said one thing: I was sorry about how we left.

Can I say that?

Sorry.

Next time I won't come.

But who said that? What kind of answer is that?

You talk about your own things, I don't know what to say,

I feel uncomfortable and I stay quiet.

Sorry if it's something about work.

But it's your work, understand? It's not my work.

Thank you!

It seems to me that once you took it very differently.

Back then we didn't go to openings.

But for fuck's... with all the food there was there,

those wonderful dishes... did you see what dishes there were?

At least the salad with pomegranate, which you like.

I don't see why you have to...

I liked it when you cooked things for me yourself.

-Why don't you ever come to the restaurant? -To do what?

When I come I eat alone, I'm not coming for that.

Then come with someone!

I don't want to go there with someone, I want to go there with you.

-With me, to my restaurant? -Yes.

-And who cooks? -You cook and then we eat together.

This is insanity.

You know what drives me crazy?

That first you go on and on about how we're never together,

that we never do anything together,

then I bring you there, I take you with me...

why do you have to sit there sulking?

But I can't even afford to point it out to you

or it turns into a tragedy and you threaten not to come with me anymore?

I didn't threaten you.

You're the one who's angry with me, all evening.

Why do you think I bring you there?

Do you think it's something I do for myself?

-Huh? -Meaning?

-No, what do you mean? -What do I mean? I think that...

Nothing, forget it, Marta. Forget it,

it's just that I'm not like you.

I can't pretend everything's fine.

When I don't feel like doing something everyone can tell.

I can't...

I can't hide it, do you understand?

Of course, so I'm the hypocrite.

Yes. What's wrong with that? We're different.

You're the healthy one, I'm the asshole.

It's not a tragedy, but we're different.

Do you know how we're different? Every now and then I try to get out

of this fucking comfort zone you've locked yourself into, right?

If we want to... What is it?

What is it?

You said it.

What did I say?

What, Marta? I'm trying to have a serious conversation.

-"Comfort zone." -Yes, so?

We used to laugh when people said that.

I'm trying to have a serious conversation! Do you understand what I'm telling you?

Oh...

Come on.

Will you tell me a joke?

I don't feel like telling jokes anymore.

You tell me a joke.

You know I'm not good at it. I forget them.

That's the point: you solve everything like that.

You're not good at it and that's that.

I'm not good at telling jokes... end of story.

I'm not good at cooking... problem solved.

I'm not good at talking to people I don't give a shit about...

I'm not good at it, you're the one who's wired wrong.

The one about Marx going to heaven.

Marta, I can't do this anymore, I don't know if that's clear.

I'm having a very serious conversation.

I think we need to take a break.

Do you want to leave me?

[Marta] Five... come on!

Four, three...

Mine!

[voices]

Mia! [screams]

She got hurt!

Miss, she got hurt.

Ow! My wrist!

Here.

Come on.

- Giulia, you go. - Miss, I'm not feeling very well.

- What's wrong? - My stomach hurts.

Flaminia, you go.

No, miss, I'm not feeling well either.

What's gotten into you?

[sighs] You know you need a written excuse?

-Yes. -Don't let it happen again. Clear?

Beatrice, you go.

[bell rings]

The phone.

Chiara! Tell them that if it still hurts she has to go to the doctor.

Okay.

- Goodbye, miss. - Bye.

[door closes]

No! They moved them again!

-What? -The class council meetings.

-Didn't you see the email? -No.

Miss Marta, how do you manage to ignore all emails all the time?

How do you do it?

I'd already booked five-a-side. They'll have to find another winger.

The language department people will definitely go out for pizza afterward.

It must be said, when it comes to organizing pizza nights, no one beats you.

-Word is they're throwing a party. -Word is?

A dirty move, but we science teachers have responsibilities.

Why don't we ever organize anything?

What can you do? We're shy people.

Too shy, Miss Marta!

I was thinking... we should have a pizza night too.

Let's show them that science won't be outdone,

that we can organize a memorable pizza night

that'll make them regret all the pizza nights they've had.

There are many of us, we're more than them.

But we're alone and frightened.

It's time to make ourselves heard. Shall we organize it?

All right, we'll see.

I know what that "we'll see" means.

-What does it mean? -"Not in a million years."

-I'm so jealous! How do you do it? -Just keep pedaling.

I mean, avoiding the things you don't like doing.

-Just keep pedaling. Bye! -Bye!

[dripping]

[door slams]

[retching]

[Marta] My wife and I went there for our anniversary,

25 years of marriage. I mean, these days...

Anyway, we'll never set foot there again, ever again!

An endless wait and an amatriciana as cold as this anonymous place,

Never again.

Never again!

-What's wrong? What did I do? -Obviously you didn't read the email.

No, what email?

They extended the invitation to us from the science department too.

Miss Marta, the pizza night!

-And are you going? -Even if it's a bitter defeat.

-Are you with us? -No, you know Miss Marta.

-Just keep pedaling. I get you, you know? -I appreciate that you get me.

They booked an all-you-can-eat place.

-No! -Pizza, sushi and Tex-Mex.

-Why would you do this to yourself? -Because I'm not as brave as you are,

not brave enough to turn down an invitation from people I don't like.

You're very brave. Bye!

Thank you, Miss Marta!

They changed the front door code again, the architect let me in.

Hi! Sorry.

I'm late, I had a late check-in.

-So it works, then? -You have no idea how many requests we get!

Look, these are the listing photos, I need to change them.

Huh? This is a different house.

-A different one? -Also Sergio's.

-How many houses does he have? -Too many, lucky him.

This is his old studio, he asked me to redecorate it.

You have no idea what a hassle! You know how reviews work.

One little detail and goodbye superhost.

Never mind. Did I tell you he took over as director of the Astra Theater?

No. Nice!

Yes, because it's a small theater, but they always do great things.

-Have you ordered? -No.

-Good evening, ladies, tell me. -So...

-To start, two supplì. -Not for me.

-Please! -I don't feel like it.

-Two supplì and a capricciosa. -A margherita for me.

-To drink? -Two beers.

-Medium blondes? -Perfect. -Thank you.

Thank you.

-How did the audition go? -Self-tape.

How did it go?

Good, I'm waiting for the callback.

Let's hope so.

I'm really getting into this B&B thing.

I wrote a little guide to the city, something informal,

with places frequented only by locals... thanks.

I included Antonio's restaurant. I texted him, he didn't reply.

That's how places become touristy.

-What does? -Places, if you describe them to tourists.

Special places become touristy.

Anyway... go ahead.

-My stomach's closed up. -Come on, just a little piece.

-I don't feel like it. -I'll take the mozzarella off.

-Mmh! -No, I'm not hungry.

Anyway, all this B&B stuff,

you two should think about it too.

When you're away, on vacation or for the weekend.

Yes, we'll see.

-You don't trust me? -Yes, yes...

You were the one who told me it was a good idea.

Antonio, huh? He's the one who doesn't want to, right?

Marta, remember that the house is yours.

You live there together, but have some respect!

I understand he must be busy...

We broke up.

Mm... he left me.

What are you saying?

But... when did it happen?

-What does it matter when it happened? -It matters.

I thought everything was fine. I'm sorry.

No, instead...

it wasn't.

No wonder he didn't reply to me! You could have told me.

I needed a moment.

-Does he have someone else? -No!

He leaves you overnight and he doesn't have someone else?

-Oh come on.

-I'm talking to him. -Stop it.

-I'm talking to him! -Stop it.

I'll pretend I don't know anything.

Enough, fuck! Enough.

I didn't tell you because everything always revolves around you.

-That's not true. -Yes, it is.

You insist that we have to see each other because real sisters are friends.

Bullshit! Then we meet and only you talk.

Here you are, ma'am. Margherita...

-Capricciosa. -Thank you.

-Enjoy your meal. -Thank you.

Don't cry! Don't cry.

I can't stand it. It's not my fault things didn't go the way you wanted.

If you're some fucking room-renter for fucking tourists and not an actress.

But don't come and tell me how I should live my life.

[retching]

I know what I'm doing is really awful.

But what about what he did to me?

"Avoid."

One of these days I'll stop, I'll put an end to it.

When I get over being pissed off.

Yes, you're right, I'm sadder than I am angry.

Because when you have an idea of the other...

Do you understand? The idea of the other person.

And... and suddenly it seems like you got everything wrong.

And you feel like an idiot.

I know you understand.

I know.

An idiot.

[music]

[Marta] But where did all that love go?

Where did all those moments go?

When I was in his arms

and I felt at ease, at peace.

And it seemed to me that whatever happened in the world,

in the universe,

nothing could have destroyed that moment,

No one would write love songs

if love weren't a huge mess, an enormous mess.

Or just a misunderstanding.

[lock clicking]

[toilet flushes]

Antonio?

I just came to bring you the keys, I didn't know where to go.

But you came in.

I really had to pee, I tried to call you but...

I was in interviews.

-Where was I supposed to go? -To the bar downstairs.

-The bathroom there is terrible. -Elisa, please.

I'm sorry.

It's fine.

I only wanted to help.

It's fine, it doesn't matter.

-I overdid it too. -Yes, you overdid it a little.

-Sorry. -Apology accepted.

Do you mind if I stay for dinner?

No.

-Do you want me to help you? -No, no.

-Come on... Is today the 6th? -Yes.

We're trying to have a baby.

-That's a beautiful thing. -Yeah.

Anyway, we've been trying for a year.

-Sergio has slow sperm. -What?

Slow sperm cells.

-Slow or lazy? -How should I know! What's the difference?

But haven't you thought about it? Maybe Antonio left you because of that.

What?

You never wanted children, right?

Antonio left me because he left me,

because he got tired of the things he liked about me at the beginning.

That's how it works, you love someone and then you stop. Clear?

I don't want to talk about it anymore, I don't care about him.

Sorry.

-Sit down. -Do you think we're eating that stuff?

Marta, no wonder you're not eating!

I'll handle it.

-What are you doing? -Ordering.

I made you an appointment with Benati.

-Who? -My gastroenterologist.

Remember when I had irritable bowel syndrome?

-Yeah. -And she's excellent, she works privately.

Sure, it's probably also this Antonio thing,

but you look a little worn out, maybe you're not absorbing nutrients well.

[startles]

Oh God!

[chuckles]

I'd forgotten.

Come here.

Jirko.

[the audience cheers]

[interviewer in English] Among K-pop singers, you are the prince.

What do you think?

[Jirko in Korean]

[K-pop music]

[the music stops]

Hi.

Jirko... Marta.

So what brings you to Rome?

The monuments? The history?

The climate?

Or the food?

No, not the food, you're too skinny.

I've always imagined that Korean stars

drink nothing but bubble tea.

Even though I've never understood what this bubble tea actually is.

Rome is full of places that sell it now,

if you want, I'll buy you some.

But the places I like are a bit different.

I'd like to take you out, show you my Rome.

Don't picture anything exceptional.

Just windows, walls...

little mysterious squares,

old people and then Madonnas.

Madonnas looking down at you from above, everywhere.

Too bad you came to visit me at this moment in my life.

What brings you here? Aside from your sister.

-She's tough, right? -Yeah.

Since Mom and Dad are gone, she's become a little overprotective.

Mm. And how are you feeling?

-Nausea? -No, not nausea.

It's more of a feeling... of a closed-up stomach.

-Before or after eating? -Always.

And... when you eat, what happens?

-I feel like throwing up. -Every time?

Almost, yes. In fact, I've lost some weight.

I can believe it.

-Food allergies? -No, none.

Have you ever suffered from eating disorders?

No, no.

When I was younger, for sports, I went on diets and...

I eat in a very disorganized way, I don't eat well.

-But now it's different. -What do you mean?

That I'm just not hungry at all.

Can you think of anything that might have triggered this illness?

The flu, sometimes a stomach bug is enough.

My ex.

He left me.

The stomach is our second brain.

A brain...

that apparently needs an antiemetic.

Let's see how it works for you.

I don't know if I want it to stop.

Me too, when my husband left me,

I was very sick.

I didn't eat for months, everyone thought I was going to the gym.

Part of me was even satisfied.

And when did it pass?

When I left him too.

To really separate, just as to be together,

you have to be two.

Now nobody's taking a nice ultrasound away from you.

It's a little cold...

-Is that an angel's wing? -The devil has wings too.

[chuckles]

-Linguine ready. -Yes.

Service!

-Pass me that. -Chef?

Will you take a tomato concentrate?

A tongue.

A cod and two artichokes to follow.

Okay.

-I'll do the tongue. -I'll do the cod.

How long for the artichoke?

Three minutes.

Ready.

[bell]

Tongue in green sauce.

-And tagliolini. -Thanks.

-So, take the tongue off. -It's not in season anymore?

Exactly, it's boiled-meat season now.

Let's do meatballs, write it down. Boiled-meat meatballs...

-With nettles. -No!

-But... -They're delicious.

-You can eat them? -Yes, of course.

What are we supposed to give them, poison?

I'll print it tomorrow.

-I'll let you taste them sometime. -No! Bye, chef.

Bye.

-Good night, Claudio. -Night.

She looks at you differently.

She knows you broke up and she's gotten strange ideas.

No way! She likes girls.

Maybe she's bi, fluid...

pansexual, like all girls her age.

Exactly, and I like women my own age, unlike you.

Besides, I'm her boss.

And besides, I'm not even ready, honestly.

-What are you drinking? -I wanted to try the new whisky.

Sorry, what do you mean you're still not ready?

-I miss her. -Oh...

-What the fuck do you want? -You miss her?

It's easy, get back together with her. You tell her, "Sorry, I was wrong."

-Yeah. -I think she'd take you back.

I'd take you back.

-What kind of reasoning is that! -You're a good cook.

-Oh, for that. -I don't know what you're like in bed.

-But you're a good cook. -Because I'm useful to you.

Let's taste it, come on.

Just because you leave someone doesn't mean you don't miss them.

-That's possible, right? -You were together for ages.

And I've always liked Marta, you know.

But it'll pass.

Trust me, change is good.

And let's not bullshit ourselves, you weren't happy before either.

What the fuck are you talking about, happy...

You know what? Even better.

This way you're more focused. And do you know why?

Because we're fully booked all month.

An article even came out

that I wanted to show you, I saved it, so...

Here it is.

"Endless, where Roman cuisine begins again."

-Huh? -Wow!

-Even the reviews... -How much did you pay for it?

Nothing! I don't even know him.

-As for the reviews, there's only one... -Who is it? Let me see.

Just one, but...

Here, "to be avoided."

He changes his username, but it's always the same one.

He's written more than one.

Definitely someone from the neighborhood who's jealous of the customers.

-"The food was unsatisfying." -Don't look at it.

We don't give a damn, and you know why?

Because no one is taking our four and a half stars away from us.

-Then we'll really have made it! -Exactly. We'll even get to five.

[music]

-Did you lock it? -Yes.

-Good night. -Good night.

[inaudible]

[sighs]

[in English] Excuse me, I hadn't understood that it was completely raw.

Is it possible to cook it a little?

But...

[in English] Tartare is completely raw.

No, but... I didn't understand, sorry.

-I'll ask the cook. -Thank you.

-He wants it cooked. -What, the tartare?

I told him, but he doesn't know what tartare is.

-Who is he? -Him.

-Who? -Him.

[inaudible]

Let's make him a hamburger, so he'll feel at home.

Burger-ize him.

[bell]

[scoffs]

Everything okay?

I think the battery's dead, I should've changed it.

-Do you want a ride? -No, I'll ask Claudio now.

He already left.

-He already left? -Yes.

My car is right behind here, at this hour there's no traffic,

-Uh... are you sure? -Yes, yes.

-Yes, sure! -Thanks.

-But where did he go so early? -He went home.

He says it's his first day.

You can tell! My God.

It's a bit strong.

Sorry, it seemed like a nice place.

I'm not very familiar with things, I've only been here a short while.

-Do you like the area? -Yeah, it's nice.

As long as it's not Trastevere!

You don't hear from her anymore?

No.

That's why I'd rather avoid running into her.

At least, I don't go to the places we used to go together.

I liked her a lot. What happened?

Just...

-Were you together a long time? -Uh, seven years.

-Then you avoid a lot of places. -Yeah!

Yeah, I know it sounds completely crazy, but...

that's how I feel, I mean, because actually...

it really affects me, it really gets to me even just thinking about it.

So I avoid it.

-The same happened to me. -Meaning?

We were together for less time, but... in the end I changed cities.

-Cities, even? -Yes.

I was in London, but I wasn't doing well anymore.

Once someone asked me for "parmesan cream" on squid.

-And what did you do? -Nothing.

I was making pizza with pineapple, anything went.

Can you imagine.

There it is, I knew he would write something.

"One of the best hamburgers I've eaten in my whole life."

Five stars!

You really love reading reviews, you're passionate about it!

Yes, I do, I go crazy for reviews.

And not just ours, about anything.

-Why? -I don't know, they make me feel tender.

You imagine someone who goes home, sits in front of the computer,

and writes, I don't know, about an electric shutter?

-I've read that too. -The electric shutter?

Yes, people do anything not to feel alone.

Even review a shutter.

-Sure, though you read them too... -Anyway!

This is me.

-Good. -Okay...

Thanks again, huh. Thanks for the evening.

-Do you live near here? -In Montesacro.

Are you crazy? That's like an hour away by car.

No, I'm staying at my girlfriend's, she lives here.

She's not exactly my girlfriend... We'll see how it goes.

Well, at least you're staying here.

-Otherwise you'd have made me feel guilty. -No...

-Good night. -Good night.

-See you tomorrow. -Yes.

Sooner or later you have to start again. And you will too.

-See you tomorrow. -See you tomorrow.

[sighs]

[sighs]

"Never again."

-What's this? -The Americans forgot it.

-What are you going to do with it? -Chef, you need to win back the city.

What city?

So how did you meet?

At Antico supplì.

You don't know Antico supplì?

Are you crazy? It's the best supplì in Rome.

We were there in line, because it was closing,

I was the last one, she was in front of me.

-There were only two supplì left. -And did you split them?

No, she took both of them.

-And did you say anything to her? -No, nothing.

But I immediately thought: "Look at this bitch."

And then?

Then we started eating outside,

at the little tables, me with my pizza, her with the supplì.

-And I watched her while she ate. -Was it sexy?

No, it was disgusting.

Because she ate the supplì and peeled it like an orange.

She removed the fried coating and ate the inside,

-But that's the best part! -I suffered watching her.

-And then did you say anything to her? -No, actually. She said to me...

What are you staring at?

So that was how you met.

Yes, that's how we met.

[inaudible]

She didn't eat the fried part because she was on a diet,

She kept losing and gaining weight all the time.

That's common among people who do sports at a competitive level.

-Oh, is she an athlete? -Yes,

She did artistic gymnastics, floor exercises.

Nice.

She had practically quit when we met.

She ate nothing but junk, it was really hard at first

to teach her how to eat well, healthy things.

I invented all kinds of things to win her over through food.

[chuckling]

I cooked all the time, everything,

Back then it was still just a passion, I was studying economics.

-I was about to graduate. -You, economics?

Yes, that's where I met Claudio.

-You didn't know? -No.

We graduated together,

She was a...

particular girl, very...

Different from all the others.

Anyway, I have to ask you. Why did you leave her?

It's obvious you still feel something for her.

People do senseless things in life.

I didn't think I'd miss her this much.

And then they say we women are the complicated ones,

but you men are the real mystery.

A mystery to me too.

And then what happened?

Nothing, then I stopped cooking for her

and started cooking for others, I opened the restaurant.

Come on, we're getting there.

Even if maybe what you'd really want is to see her again.

Antonio?

Oh! Elisa! How are you?

-How are things? -Good, all right.

[sighs]

-And you? Everything okay? -Good, yes.

-And Sergio, everything okay? -Yes, all good.

Come on.

How is...

I haven't reached out again.

Actually I'd even like to call, just to know for a second...

What is it? Is she really down?

Nothing, it's always off,

-What if she blocked you? -No.

Have you tried texting her?

-No... -Then try.

-What the fuck am I supposed to write? -I don't know, surprise me.

-Fuck you. -Come on.

[Antonio] Marta.

I can't keep pretending nothing's wrong,

I heard... that you're unwell.

I'm writing because I've been trying to call you for days,

Your phone is always off.

Please, answer me.

I know everything.

[vending machine voice] Select the product.

Insert the amount.

Dispensing in progress.

How is it going?

-The nausea is gone. -Good.

-What about the rest? Pain, discomfort? -Nothing.

-Are you managing to rest? -So-so.

Not the last few nights, I go out for a walk and it calms me down.

That's normal. [door opens]

Doctor Staglianò.

-The oncologist I was telling you about. -Nice to meet you.

The doctor knows, I don't like beating around the bush.

I'm very sorry, but we found some metastases,

as shown by the CT scan images.

One in the brain, one centimeter...

and then there's the one in the liver,

that's probably the one starting to bother you a little.

[whistling]

The liver has always seemed to me like a cyclist's helmet.

Don't you think?

The left lung is clear, while the mass in the right one is asymptomatic.

You have no pain, no other symptoms.

We should verify the situation with further tests.

And...

But... do I need surgery?

Your cancer is at the fourth and final stage.

For this stage there isn't exactly a cure.

That doesn't mean we can't do anything.

The genetic tests revealed compatibility with an immunotherapy drug.

A biopharmaceutical.

And what does that mean?

We stop the cancer from continuing to develop,

while trying to shrink it.

It's not about eradicating it,

but about living with it.

One capsule a day,

you choose the time, as long as you stick to it.

Don't I have to do anything else?

Of course, we'll monitor you

to see whether the treatment works and possibly adjust it.

-Apart from that, nothing else. -Mm.

Do you agree to follow the treatment?

[laughs]

I mean... why wouldn't I?

You don't know how many people throw the box away before starting.

People do a lot of strange things.

If there are no other questions...

[doctor] I'll call you if needed.

-Good luck. -Thank you.

I know, it's a lot all at once.

But this is good news, focus only on that.

And yes, the liver does look a bit like a cyclist's helmet.

[music: "Sant'allegria", Mahmood and Ornella Vanoni]

[thunder]

-They didn't tell you anything else? -Nothing else.

Maybe next time I'll come with you.

We'll see, yeah.

You don't want me to stay here?

Anyway it would only take a minute, I'd go check someone in and come back.

Really, there's no need.

And what are the next steps?

What do you mean, next steps?

I don't know, will you take sick leave?

No, they didn't say anything like that.

And then if I take sick leave, what would I do?

Take care of yourself.

[thunder]

We have a lot of things to do. Let's fix up this house...

Let's change the chairs.

-Did you read the email I sent you? -No, I missed it.

I'll send it again.

It's a mindfulness course, a mindful breathing program.

It's helping me a lot.

Maybe it could help you cope with the treatment better.

[recorded voice] Stop.

Dedicate this moment to yourself. [eastern music]

Find a quiet space where no one can disturb you.

Do it calmly.

There is no rush.

There is no judgment.

Now sit with your back straight.

Bring your attention to your posture,

let it not be rigid, but dignified.

Take a few moments to explore these sensations.

Let us bring awareness to the level of physical sensations,

focusing attention on the sensations of the face

and the pressure of the body.

Better, right?

What a day, huh?

[thunder]

[wind blows]

[noises]

Better this way, right?

I should have done it earlier, but...

better late than never.

You know?

Thinking about Antonio doesn't hurt now.

-Hi. A coffee, please. -Right away.

[bell]

Free period now?

-Yes. -They're the best.

I have office hours, but no one signed up.

Man is what he eats.

Feuerbach.

Which is actually a huge misunderstanding.

Everyone interprets it as an invitation to eat healthy, but no.

-Isn't it? -No.

He meant that...

in food we place our most important symbols.

Mm.

That's why he even invented a specific term: gastroetheology.

Mm.

He argues

that we are what mystery feeds on.

The food that nourishes it.

Of course, by mystery he means the divine.

-Am I boring you? -No, it's interesting.

-Really? -Agostini?

-Yes? -Vignali's grandfather is here for you.

-The grandfather? -He says only he could come.

But why don't they book? I'm here, but I might not have been.

-But you are here. -Yes... excuse me.

Coming, coming.

You're lucky.

My students' parents don't even reply to my messages.

You know I envy you, Miss Marta?

I really envy you.

-It's on me. -No, it's on me.

[a little girl cries]

-We'll get another one now, okay? -No, I want this one!

But this one fell on the ground!

I want this one!

Sweetheart, you can't take this one.

Come on, let's go, this one's dirty.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Can I help you? -Yes.

-One cone.

-Medium. -Okay.

-Actually no, large. -Okay, the large one.

So, what would you like in it?

So, chocolate...

We have dark chocolate, dark chocolate with orange, gianduja, or this...

Chocolate...

-Is this dark? Yes. -Okay.

And then?

-This one. -This one here, okay.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

-Goodbye. -Have a nice day.

[door opens]

Yes, I'm back.

You know, you have to learn to be by yourself too.

It's not like I can always be here.

I can't always be here. And look...

I got it for us, we have to give it a name.

Will you choose it?

Yeah... okay.

[Marta] Everybody like Alessia...

Miss, I really need it!

Pelvis in line. Go, go!

Mirti, I'll confiscate it. Will you get back to the exercises?

-I have the automatic habit, miss. -Guys, Mirti has the automatic habit.

[laughter]

You two, come on!

-I beg you, enough! -Come on, come on!

[bell rings]

That's enough for today, get your breath back.

On the floor, breathe.

-Goodbye. -Bye.

-Did the bell for the next period ring? -Yes.

It's official, I've gone deaf.

I like you.

Excuse me?

You understood perfectly.

[students' voices]

Wait.

Ah!

Hold on.

Come on.

Ah...

Enough.

Ah!

Easy.

Wait, is someone there?

-Okay.

-Your turn? -Here.

Okay.

-Let's see yours. -Here.

Let's see yours.

-Tell me if I'm hurting you. -Gently.

My God!

Ah!

Come on, enough.

[laughter]

Are you sure it's okay?

-Does it hurt?

-No, it's gone. -Let's cover up.

[laughter]

[Marta pronounces words in Korean]

Marta? Marta?

-Hi! -Hi.

-Do we know each other? -Uh...

Yes, we met at Antonio's restaurant.

I worked there.

-Yes, you're... -Silvia.

-Hi. -Hi, how are you?

-Good, you? -Good.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

-Here. -Thanks.

-And he brought you here too? -Yes.

-And to Antico supplì? -No, but he told me about it.

Ah. Maybe he didn't like me that much.

No, it's just that we didn't finish the tour.

How is he?

I quit, we haven't talked anymore.

-You quit? -Yes.

I'm doing an internship at an art gallery.

I'd forgotten I'd even applied.

When they accepted me, I didn't know what to do.

-I made a bit of a mess of things. -And do you like it?

Well... I don't know.

I have this problem that I don't know what I want to do.

One day cooking, the next photography.

In the end I never really follow anything through.

I'd like to find one thing, but... I don't know.

You'll find it.

It'll come.

Yeah. I don't even know why I stopped you.

Maybe I shouldn't have told you these things,

Actually, look...

It's absurd, it's funny... it's okay.

Today I found out that two of my students cut themselves.

-They cut themselves... -Their arms.

What are their names?

Giulia and Flaminia.

-Do you think they're together? -No...

I don't know.

Maybe.

They're definitely not in a good place.

Well...

I cut myself for a while too.

You did?

You know when you take an ice-cold shower

and then you feel your whole body full of energy?

-Yes. -Well, it's like that,

But then I didn't tell anyone because I was a little ashamed.

But at least they're not ashamed, they found each other, right?

I've always been ashamed of everything.

-You have? -Yes, everything.

And then, at your age, my body, my hair...

But why your hair?

Mm... I don't know.

Do you miss him?

I miss...

someone holding me at night.

I miss feeling the warmth of a body next to mine,

Sometimes the kisses,

But more than anything I miss the jokes,

When he told me one,

it was like he was telling me that everything would be okay.

I live here.

Then good night.

-Yes, bye. -Bye.

Do you know what the mushroom says to

another mushroom when it asks to make love?

"Sei un porcino", (you're a lil' pig)

-Bye. -Bye.

Hey.

Hi.

Hi.

The therapy is doing its job,

The metastases have stabilized,

the one in the brain has shrunk by 3 mm.

Have you experienced side effects, changes in mood, appetite?

-No, none. -Good.

Let's keep going like this. See you soon.

Goodbye.

I'm happy for you.

What have you been doing these days?

I've started studying Korean.

Korean?

-Yes. -I'm a little jealous.

Wow!

[speaks in Korean]

-[voice in Korean from earbuds] -[repeats]

Jirko? Don't make fun of my accent!

[speaks in Korean]

[voices]

Marta!

-Hi. -Hi!

I'm so glad you stopped by!

-Elisa is on her way, I hope. -Yes.

Listen... she told me everything.

But I didn't want to smother you.

-It's nice.

-You know I'm here for you. -Yes, yes.

-The exhibit is beautiful. -Yes.

That's thanks to Lucio. Lucio!

There he is. Let me introduce you to Marta, Elisa's sister.

-Nice to meet you, Lucio. -Nice to meet you.

-I've heard about you. -Oh yeah?

He's the crazy one who followed me on tour all these years.

-The crazy one is him for accepting. -Who else was I supposed to trust?

There you are!

-Love, can you take care of these? -At your service.

-You made it. -I have to go get the other flowers.

-Hi. -Running all over the place.

I'm going back down now to empty the car.

-I'll help you. -No, no, enjoy the exhibit.

-Okay? -Bye.

[woman] Hi!

-Hi! -How are you?

This is wonderful!

[indistinct chatter]

Oh my God! Wait, I know her. Marta?

-Rebecca? -Yes! Tommaso, my husband.

-Nice to meet you. -How are you?

-Can you really tell that much, huh? -Oh!

Tommy says no, but I'm a whale.

Eighth month... crazy! It's a boy.

At first we didn't want to know, but then

on the ultrasound you can see everything.

In 3D, it's like having the baby right in front of you.

Do you want to feel him?

-No, no. -What do you mean, no?

-It doesn't bother me. -No, really.

I insist! You can feel him. Come on!

We haven't seen each other in forever, and Elisa and I lost touch too.

Elisa and I were inseparable in high school, I couldn't miss this.

-Oh my God! Did you feel that? -Yes, yes.

A little kick. He likes you.

-Show her the photos. -Of course.

-It's so nice to see you! How are you? -Just a second...

I have stage-four cancer.

Excuse me?

It means it has metastasized and that maybe it can't be cured.

Apart from that, everything's fine.

God, I was about to believe you!

-You're here.

Nice exhibit.

-Are you serious? -No!

Sergio seems happy, though.

[whispers] I cheated on him.

I know.

-With who? -With Lucio.

-Lucio? -The one from before.

-Oh God. -What was I supposed to do?

He kept coming on to me. I even told Sergio.

-That you cheated on him? -No, that he was coming on to me.

-And him? -He started laughing.

-He told everyone. -And you cheated on him out of spite.

No, I cheated on him because I felt sorry for him.

-How banal. -And now?

-Now it's over. -Good.

-But the last time... -How many times?

Why do you care? The last time I told him I was on the pill.

You're not on the pill.

No, I'm not on the pill.

Oh God, no!

-Am I a monster? -Yes.

Yes, you are a monster.

You have always been a monster.

You can only say that because you're sick.

-When I'm gone... -Come on.

No, wait. Stop. Look at me.

When I'm gone, rent out my apartment if you want.

Or move into it, or sell it, do whatever you want.

-But first throw a party. -What are you saying?

-Yes. -A party?

-Like this? -No, a real party.

With music, good food, people you really like.

-And give everything away. -What do you mean?

Yes, all my things, give them away.

And above all,

stop taking care of stupid things, okay?

-Okay.

Live the life you want with Sergio, without Sergio, with children, without.

But live your life.

Okay? Without chasing bullshit.

Lies.

Mm?

-And don't cry. -No.

-Don't cry. -I'm not crying, I promise.

Whose dog is that?

I told her to do whatever she wants with the apartment

and everything else too.

But I don't know if she really listened.

And I don't know if she'll remember.

I think life is truly worth living.

In spite of everything.

Because of everything.

Even... even because of this.

Because of what is happening and...

and because of this.

Because of this.

Because of this, Jirko.

I wonder if Elisa will remember.

I really hope so.

-Hi! -Hi.

Feuerbach?

In good company: Hegel and Schopenhauer.

Tabula rasa.

Whenever you want, we can review.

Tonight?

Tonight I have five-a-side. [Marta laughs]

All right, it doesn't matter.

-We'll do it another time. -Another time.

-Do you have my number? -No, actually I don't. Wait.

-Give it here. -Yes... 0000.

-Here. -Then I'll text you.

-And I'll reply. -Thank you. -Bye. -Bye.

Kick it!

Get it!

Hey, what the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

Stop!

Move! You're hurting him, stop!

It's dead!

I'm taking a picture of it.

-What's going on? -Miss, they're animals.

-They killed a pigeon. -We tried to stop them.

You killed it?

-We didn't... -Get out of here. Get out!

You're idiots!

-Wait, miss. -Don't throw it away.

-Can we bury it? -Let's bury it.

So, pigeon, for those like you,

for those like us,

life is only a beautiful accident,

Fly high, very high,

Don't give a damn about what people think.

Because life isn't in the blood,

life isn't in the scars.

If you really want to live,

love even if you're afraid no one will love you,

And take care of people,

even if sometimes that will make you suffer.

And don't hurt yourself,

because life already takes care of hurting you.

But the most important thing is that tomorrow

there will be a new sunrise and a new sunset

with or without you,

And now fly, pigeon.

Marta.

-Did Elisa tell you? -Yes.

I'm not a stranger. -Mm.

Am I a stranger?

[chuckles] No.

I just want to know how you are, nothing else.

Everything else, the bullshit doesn't interest me.

When you left I was hurt.

I was really hurt.

And then I found out I was sick and everything changed.

I'm sorry.

I didn't have any more time to think about all our things.

Of course.

-I'm sorry. -For what?

I'm sorry for everything, for how it went, for...

the fact that we broke up, that I left you.

That's different.

And it's not like... I was miserable too.

More and more so.

I don't give a fuck about everything else,

the openings, I haven't gone to an opening again.

I'd only want to go back to how we were before,

to take care of you, to fight...

What are you saying?

Look, if we'd stayed together it would have been different,

and it would have been worse.

What do you mean?

Bound for life to a terminally ill woman. Can you imagine?

And you don't know if you're staying because you love me or out of guilt.

-What are you talking about? -That's how it is, of course.

Whereas I know that right now I love you, I can really feel it.

Truly.

I thought my life would be nothing but us, the two of us.

But it wasn't.

There was something after that.

And if you hadn't left me, if I hadn't gotten sick,

I never would have known.

-So you're better now? -It's a beautiful thing, yes.

It's terrible, but it's beautiful.

So you're leaving me?

We're even.

We're even.

[music]

It's nice to know he still loves me. Don't you think?

It's nice to know that...

that someone loved me, for a while.

No, but you can't understand.

Millions and millions of people love you.

But when you're no longer here,

where will all this love go?

All the love of all those people.

Yeah.

A bit like the weight you lose.

Where do all those pounds go?

Where? I've always wanted to know.

[music]

[doctor] The tests have shown a certain instability.

The metastases have started growing again.

It can happen that the tumor mutates

and stops responding to therapy.

And... isn't there another treatment?

We don't know how things will proceed from now on.

Oh God...

[sighs]

Where did I go wrong?

-Excuse me? -I mean, I...

I did what you told me to do. Where did I go wrong?

There must be something I could have done better.

We are...

We are complex beings, and willpower has nothing to do with it.

It's a mystery.

But sometimes the system gets tangled up.

In the world there is only one living being that doesn't get sick.

-And what is it? -The amoeba.

It spends its life doing nothing,

it doesn't even know it exists.

And it doesn't get sick, that's true,

but it can never learn Korean.

[speaks in Korean]

What does it mean?

Shit.

[labored breathing]

[door slams]

[labored breathing]

Radiators arugula and lemon... it sounds great.

I've never eaten it before.

It's the easiest pasta in the world.

Antonio taught it to me.

Look, the secret is...

it's this right here.

Olive oil infused with chili and lemon zest.

He told me he was going to put it on the menu, "Marta pasta,"

but he never did.

Here.

This too... I'll take this one. Go ahead.

Thank you.

How are you dealing with the... the separation?

-Sorry, maybe... -I'm handling the separation well.

Mm. Mm!

Good!

-No, really good. -Yeah?

-Mm. -Thank you.

So, I invited you here because...

Yes?

I wanted to tell you that I'm going to take a long break.

-And that I'll travel. -When? Where?

I don't know, but it will be a long trip.

-But where? -To Korea.

-To Korea? -Yes.

With Antonio we could never go anywhere and...

So I decided to see places I had never seen.

No, that's nice, I mean...

-Seeing places, traveling... -Yes.

-Nice. -Nice.

And because of that I wanted to ask you something.

Mm.

-Actually, two things. -Always at your service, Miss Marta.

I remember when you started calling me that. So...

Giulia and Flaminia, I want you to keep an eye on them,

because I don't know if anyone is looking after them, but...

I don't think their parents have realized

how fragile they are.

-All right. -Will you do it?

-You can count on me. -It's important. Good.

[coughs softly]

Everything okay?

-You're a little sad. -No, no...

Look, I don't know how to tell you this, but...

But I know that if I don't do it I'll regret it for the rest of my life.

I don't even know how I found the courage to come here.

But I have to tell you.

I'm going to miss you.

I'm going to miss you so much.

Every day I'm happy if I manage to see you.

All I need is a...

a quick glance in the school hallway, a word or two.

I adore... I adore your messy hair.

The way you don't do things you don't want to do,

the way you pedal, as if you were flying.

-Like E.T. -Exactly.

Not like E.T., like Elliott.

His friend, he was the one who flew.

The other day, when you told me you liked me,

I felt so happy

that I thought my heart was about to explode.

You know?

-Good. -Good?

-Good. -Good.

Because...

this is connected to the second thing I wanted to ask you.

Tell me.

Can you kiss me?

Can I kiss you more?

Yes.

[music: "I Get Along Without You Very Well", Nina Simone]

[inaudible dialogue]

[sniffs]

[Marta] I told you I have another theory about starlings and their dance.

I think the dance, the shapes in the sky, the murmuration,

they do it simply because they love doing it

and they know that we love it too,

We always try to find a reason for everything, a why,

Why do we love a person? Why do we stop loving a person?

Why do birds dance?

Why do we feel unhappy even without a real reason?

But most things in life, including life itself,

don't have a real why.

I wish I'd understood that a little earlier.

You...

you still have time.

[in Korean] Jirko, thank you.

[in Korean] Take care of yourself.

[Marta] This restaurant is one of the most authentic places I've ever been to,

Antonio, the chef, freely explores the Roman tradition.

It is a one-of-a-kind experience.

If you want to try an unforgettable meal,

go to Senza fine,

And say hello to Antonio for me.

Marta.

[music: "Ti ricorderai", November Ultra]

[Antonio] Marx dies

and goes to Saint Peter, who sends him to hell,

Once there he starts causing chaos.

Lucifer calls him: "Saint Pete, who did you send me?

He says all men are equal, now they're protesting.

Take him away from me, it's a disaster,"

"Let's try sending him to heaven, hopefully God won't notice,"

Years go by, everything is fine,

After millennia Lucifer calls Saint Peter again:

"Saint Pete, it's been so long since we've seen each other, how are you?

And that Marx guy, how did that end up?"

"Karl? Karl is one of us now.

He's always with Jesus, talking, they share a lot of values,"

"And Jesus doesn't say anything?"

"No, actually," "And the Virgin Mary?" "The Virgin Mary is happy too,"

"And what does God say?"

"God? What God?"

[Marta laughs]

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