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Come on, Franco. Come on.

- Franco, we're just talking.
- I know that.

I've never been to a psychologist.

You can relax.

How old are you?

I'm 75.

How long have you been married
to Mrs. Rita?

Um...

Forty-two years, right? Forty-two.

What did you do for a living?

Retailer.

- I ran a big wedding dress shop downtown.
- That's good.

- Any kids?
- One.

No, Franco. Two.

Franco, did you forget about a kid?

I remember about him.
But I'd like to forget.

- What are their names?
- Anna.

The family pride.
She got a degree, she's an accountant.

She married an accountant like her.

She gave me a grandchild too.

- Is that the girl waiting outside?
- Yes.

She always takes care of us.

What about the other kid?

From a cognitive point of view,
your father is quite okay.

He's showing the first signs of depression
and it has to be closely monitored.

Your mother has the same
psychological condition.

Mom has these bone issues
that cause her a lot of trouble.

Since she's had trouble walking
she been a bit depressed.

They told me about the issues
with your brother.

Issues?

- It's a tragedy.
- Are you close?

No!

I know he lives in Rome,
but that guy is best left alone.

Luckily your parents have you.
Look, your presence is crucial right now.

- Yeah, but...
- See, company is the only real medicine.

Be always at their side.

Don't ever let them go.

Especially now.

I have to go on vacation with my husband.

We booked two weeks on a boat
with a group of friends.

Oh.

Why don't you call your brother?

- To stay with my parents?
- Yes.

- No. You don't know him, Doctor.
- See, healing ancient wounds

would help your parents a great deal.

- Yes, but my brother can't...
- Your brother can't wait

to come back
and patch things up with them.

He's only waiting for a chance to do so.

This long separation

has surely made him
more sensitive towards life's fragility.

My brother?

- More sensitive?
- Yes, more sensitive.

Trust me.

Give him a call.

Look at that asshole. Look!

Hey. I'm talking to you, uh?

- Go on.
- Didn't you see I was about to park?

This is a spot for the able.
You only have your sight going, so use it.

Can't you see the white stripes?
If I park in your spots,

I won't hear the end of it. Now you want
to take a spot for the able like me?

Go find your own spot, go.

Good job! Very sensitive!

Yeah, become healthy and try again.

- Hi. Do you have a reservation?
- No, I wanted to surprise you.

- You happy?
- Never mind, Paolo, he's with me.

Okay.

- Why are you leaving the pizza edge?
- Angelo.

Because I don't like it.

So why the fuck do you have pizza?
Get a flat cake.

Sorry, Luigi, I'm mortified.

Don't worry, Denise, it's okay.

We were just leaving, right?
Have a nice meal.

Can you avoid embarrassing me
in front of my colleagues?

- He's a colleague?
- Yes.

- He's Head of Savings.
- Savings? And he throws away half a pizza?

A real genius.

And he's Head of it, the dork.

Unlike you, that dork has a job.

- And I don't?
- You call that a job?

Yeah. I get paid. It's clearly a job.

I'm ashamed to tell my friends
what your line of work is.

Change friends.

Let me get this straight, Angelo.

You think you can do that job for long?

Sure. It's only bound to get better
considering the shit we live in.

Unbelievable.

Know what, Angelo?

The man I deserve
is so much better than you.

Denise!

Too late, Angelo.

Your receipt.

No.

One more pain in the ass is born.

How about infertile neighbors?

The bitch.

So young and already a bitch.

- Is that your daughter crying?
- Yes. She's just a few days old.

If she wants to live any longer,
I'd have to stop hexing her.

So make her stop. I sleep in the afternoon
because I work at night.

First you copulate,
then you bust my balls.

- Who is it?
- Hi, Angelo.

- It's Anna.
- Anna who?

Anna, your sister.

The fuck you want?

I want to go on vacation with my husband.

Don't you think I deserve some rest, after
taking care of our parents all year long?

Huh? What do you think? Do I?

- Go. You have my permission.
- Actually, I can't go.

Mom and Dad are not so
self-sufficient anymore.

They can't be on their own,
and since they have two kids...

You take over. Come to Palermo
and stay with them. Okay?

Hire a caregiver.

Mom and Dad do not want
a caregiver in their home.

You can't go on vacation, then.

Idiot.

What did the shrink say?
He's way more sensitive now.

Good job. Really.

I AM THE END OF THE WORLD

Angelo, it's Giovanni from The Rabbit.
I have three drunk minors again.

Taxi drivers won't take them
because they'll puke in the car.

And the police will shut down the club.

Angelo, come get them, please.

The kids' address.

Money for you.

Take them home. Thanks, Angelo.

I mean, I had six gin and tonic.

You bastard.

What's with the music?
Are we at the opera?

Hey, you deaf?

I told you to change that shitty music!

Hey, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Please, I made a mistake!

Forgive me, I won't do it again!

Do you like the music?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. It's nice.

- Should I turn it up?
- Yes, please.

Careful, the dark haired one
drank a mixed bag of spirits.

Can you drive us to another club?

I'm... I'm about to throw up.

Get out.

You put your feet in the vomit, right?

Fuck.

- Hey, where are you going? Hey!
- Bye!

What's your name?

You mute? You lost your tongue?

What are you doing?

Angelo, you're lucky it's still running.

Why don't you get a new one?

To drive drunks? No way. This is perfect.

Okay. But I gotta find the spare parts.

I'll make some calls.

- Who is it?
- Now you listen to me, okay?

I've been taking care of Mom and Dad
day and night for years.

You haven't even called them for years!

I mean... Aren't you ashamed?

No.

No?

Then hear this. And don't forget.

When in a hundred years Mom and Dad
won't be here anymore,

you'll see what a guilt trip
you'll have. You'll see!

I won't be here in a hundred years,
so who the fuck cares?

Good job, you convinced him.

- Another mid-summer with your parents.
- What do you suggest, Nando?

Trapping them in a care home
like you did with your parents?

- They're among elders. What's the problem?
- I'll never do that!

- They did everything for me.
- We'll have fun with your parents, then.

You tell people we're not leaving
with them. You do it!

Angelo, the spare part guy is on vacation.

You have to leave it here until September.

Why don't you go on vacation?

- Can't you think of anything fun to do?
- Fun, you say?

- Sure I do.
- Oh.

Nando...

He texted me.

- Who? Your brother?
- Yes.

- He's coming tomorrow.
- Good!

I told you the guilt trip would work!

Good job, honey,
you convinced him. You did!

Good job!

There's nothing I can't do!

Here's the documents,
the latest blood tests and all.

Remember the doctor's
appointment tomorrow.

Use my car, it's parked right below.
I'll leave you the keys.

- Who's taking us?
- He is, Dad.

- You had the field trip with the parish?
- I canceled because of your brother.

Well done, Dad.

Dad, don't talk about the past,
it's all forgotten.

- Okay?
- Yes, forgiveness.

Father Gino told you that.

Meet him with a smile
when he comes tomorrow

- and enjoy these days together, uh?
- Alright.

- Anna, come on, get moving!
- One sec. We're on time.

- Get in!
- Have fun, sweetie, bye!

Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad!

What's with the face?
Aren't you happy your son's back?

Yeah, I'm happy. So happy.

I have to pay for the luggage too?

Yes, because it weighs
more than ten kilos.

So? I have to pay 60 euros for two
more kilos? What's the cost per kilo?

Hey, get moving. Just pay.
Can't you see you're blocking the line?

The fuck do you want?
Did you look at yourself?

It's your fat that's blocking the line.
I'm slim.

I have to pay extra for two kilos.

Fatty here has three suitcases
in his belly and he pays no extras?

What's the rationale?

Weigh the body, not the luggage!

Do you have a brain or what?

- Look, it's okay, you may go.
- Of course I'm going.

Charge the fatties more,
see how they'll lose weight!

You know how much fuel it takes
to transport this guy?

- You're a bully and a boor.
- At least I'm slim.

Walk to Palermo. You'll lose weight.

Wow. You haven't been to Palermo
for nine years? That's a lot.

You left for work, right?

No.

I fucking hated my family.

Oh.

Of course you made peace now,
and you came back to be with them.

I have problems too, with the wife,
the kids. They just ask and ask.

Know what I do to find some peace?

I go hunting.

I'm going today too.

As soon as I'm done with you, I'm going.

Tell me, have you ever shot a gun?

No.

I prefer words. They're more lethal.

It's heavy, right?
I have an even bigger one at home.

He's here.

He's armed.

He carries a rifle.

A rifle?

You go.

No, you go.

- Go!
- No, I said, you go. Go.

- Where's the rifle?
- I saw it.

Angelo!

One hour to open the door?

I walk with a stick.
I have to take it easy.

- Couldn't you get the door?
- I didn't hear you.

She has bad legs, you have bad ears?

- Well, welcome home.
- Home? This is a care home!

- The taxi driver's waiting for you.
- Me? What for?

- You have to pay the ride.
- I have to pay?

You asked me to come.
Do I have to pay for the ride too?

- Franco, go pay for the ride.
- I'm going.

Is he cheap as always? He didn't change?

I'm going to pay.

- Pay the taxi.
- I'm going.

Give him a tip, too.

Come.

Who the fuck is that?

Carlo. Your nephew.

Your sister's son.

He's a Navy officer.

He's on a mission now.

He's bombing other people's families?
Bombing his own wasn't an option?

- Get rid of the pictures.
- Right away.

Look at him. Same fuck face as his father.

- I have to sleep here?
- It's your room.

I don't do single anymore.
I only do double.

I'll take out the bed that's under it.

Which will crack in the middle
and give me a backache?

No way. I'm not sleeping here.

Alright. Where do you want to sleep?

Mission accomplished.

The ride is paid.

With a super tip to the driver.
Five euros!

- What are you doing?
- He's sleeping in our room.

In our room?

- What about us?
- In his room.

It's uncomfortable.

Franco!

He made the first step by coming here.

Now it's our turn. Come on.

They wouldn't let me
in their bed as a kid.

Now I'm sleeping here,
and I'll soil it too.

I know them.

They didn't change.

Now my father will come asking me
what my current job is.

Then my mother.

Asking if I have a girlfriend.

That's what matters to them.

"Steady job. Marriage."

So they can brag about me
with their friends.

I should do that bullshit
just to make them happy.

Of course. Yeah, sure.

Just ask me. I'll make you happy.

Here we go, Angelo.

Clean sheets.

Oh, you're sleeping here!

Well done.
You'll be more comfortable here.

You're tired, you work a lot...

Um... What do you do?

I work for a coop.

Good. Interesting. What line of work?

I clean toilets in train stations.

It's a gratifying job.

Yeah.

When people take a piss and find
clean toilets, it's because of me.

And, tell me...

Are you engaged?

No. I was married.

And... You split?

Yes, unfortunately.

She betrayed me.

Oh, no.

With my best girl friend.

The bitch was a lesbian.

- Take this, come on.
- Of course.

- Go.
- Yeah.

- Come.
- Yeah.

We'll leave you alone.

Go brag with your friends now.

DR. MANCUSO
GENERAL PRACTITIONER

All good.

Franco has been thoroughly checked.

How did it go with the psychologist?

We talked about many things.

That's good. Just tell him stuff.

Tell it all, it's good for you. So...

See you in September?

- Have a nice vacation, Doctor.
- Thank you. Thanks.

- Goodbye, Doctor. Thank you.
- Goodbye.

Wait outside. I'll talk to the doctor.

Look, your father is in
the initial stages of depression.

Instead of prescribing meds,

I sent him to a psychologist.

Luckily, given his age,
his bloodwork looks good.

So, he can eat whatever he wants,

he can drink his beloved wine.

I mean, just let him be at the table.

Of course. Obviously.

Your mother, on the other hand,
has this bone pain, but...

It's because of arthrosis.
And osteoporosis. It's the age.

So, she can't exert herself

and walk as little as possible.

Your mom would like a wheelchair.

Want me to write
a prescription to get one?

No, I'll take care of that. It's okay.

In case you need it...

This is my substitute's number.

Listen...

Enjoy them.

Your father and mother.

Parents don't last forever.

Luckily. Imagine having
the two ball breakers all life long.

Angelo, thanks for taking us
to the doctor.

- Thank him.
- Thanks. Thanks.

What are you doing?

I have to go upstairs.

No, you walk.

Doctor said you need
to move, for your pain.

It's two stories.

The stairs are steep.

You'll heal faster. Go.

If the doctor said so.

Go.

The stairs killed me. Ouch!

My knees.

Angelo! The doctor wanted to
prescribe me a wheelchair.

He said no to me.
He said you have to walk.

Alright. Ouch.

A wheelchair, right?

She never bought me a moped
when I was a kid.

"It's dangerous."

"When you grow up."

All my friends with a moped
and me on a bike.

Like a dork.

And now she wants a wheelchair?
yeah, sure.

I'll buy it when you grow up.
When you're a hundred.

- How long is he taking?
- Just wait.

- Did you call him?
- I did.

Just be patient.

- I'm hungry.
- Don't...!

We'll wait for your son.

I dine at 7:00 p.m., okay?

So much for the son-in-law.
Let's deal with the daughter now.

"Annetta". That's unbelievable.

Try calling her with a missing number.

Let's see if she picks up.

And if she tries calling you,
the asshole's blocked.

Fuck you. You'll have to go through me.

- Here he is!
- Here's Angelo.

- Come!
- Come here.

- Your mom cooked so many nice things.
- I did.

Not because you're here.

Every day, lunch and dinner,
we eat like this.

Franco, it's because Angelo's here.

Of course. I'm joking.

At our age, food is the only pleasure.

And wine!

Look.

This is made especially for me.

A nearby farmer.
He delivers it every week.

I can't do without wine
at lunch and dinner.

I'd rather die!

- You can't drink that anymore.
- Why?

Did you talk to the doctor?

I talked to him today.

He said your blood work's off the charts.

So you can forget about wine!

What am I going to drink?

Water.

If the doctor said so.

Your plate.

- There!
- Don't be shy, okay?

You know that...

He really likes this pasta.
He can eat up to two plates.

There you go.

Take it back. Lower it down.

Here.

Salad. Enjoy.

I'm fine!

Know what's your cholesterol at?

- I don't want to know.
- Oh, yeah?

Well, I know and it's best if you don't.

Eat your salad!

You fool! Eat!

He's doing it for your own good.

Eat your salad.

And drink your water.

He wouldn't let me drink Coke as a kid.

"It's sugary."

"It's sparkling."

"It's bad for your stomach. Careful!"

He diluted it with water, the asshole.

Now you're gonna drink all the water
you put into my Coke.

We do it my way now.

Come on guys, let's toast to Costa Rica!

A good vacation is what you need
after a year of work, right?

Where's Anna?

Anna? Where is she?

Last month their bloodwork was perfect!

Don't you know old people
can spiral downwards in a month?

Do I have to tell you?

I'm trying to call them non-stop,
but I can't get connected.

Excuses.
I have no reception trouble, how come?

And they do? Fact is you don't care!
Shame on you!

Dumbass.

Anna? Anna, honey, come toast with us.

Toast?

My parents are sick
and you want me to toast?

You go toast.
You don't care about my family!

Anna? Anna!

That bastard locked the kitchen door.

I can't sleep. I'm hungry!

Anna didn't call.

We don't even know
if she made it there safe.

I called her, but the line's disconnected.

I called Nando, too.
Unreachable all the same.

- They must be in open sea.
- And we aren't?

She left us with this...

- Wasn't a caretaker better?
- No.

- No strangers in my house.
- And he's okay?

Look, a shooting star.

Make a wish too.

Quick, Franco, come on.

In the past I would've asked
for health and money.

I only want one thing now.

That this guy leaves.

Quiet. He'll hear us.

I can't stand him.

I can't.

Angelo.
Can't we get a trolley just for water?

It's heavy.

You're just carrying
the smaller bottles today.

Tomorrow you'll carry the bigger ones.
So you'll get stronger.

- Push on those legs.
- What a nice dog!

What breed is it, ma'am?

- An Irish setter.
- Exactly.

Like the one I brought home as a kid.

The one you brought back,
saying it had run away.

Me? I didn't do that. It was your father.

His father didn't want a dog.

That's a shame.

Wasn't it you who said
it left its hair all over the house?

That it peed on the floor?

And made a mess?
"Who's gonna clean up the house?"

"I'm no maid!"

- No. It was your father!
- No?

He was the one who brought it
back to the owner.

- Swear.
- I swear. It was your father.

Okay.

He cried so much, ma'am.

He got attached.

You know how kids are.

Dogs help develop kids' sensitivity.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Too late now.

They're so yummy.

- You like them?
- Mm-hmm. Another one.

Another one? You ate the whole box.

The last one.

Last one.

Enough. You can forget these.

I know you love me.

That you're doing it for me.

Thanks, son.

See how he takes care of you?

He insisted to buy those biscuits.

He didn't like dogs.

But he likes dog biscuits.

I don't get him.

- Where are you going?
- Wine delivery for Mr. Franco.

- He's dead.
- Oh, God!

All of a sudden? How did he die?

Hepatic cirrhosis.

He drank too much wine. Go. Go!

You're lucky I don't report you.

- Okay, I'm leaving.
- Go back to your farm, go.

I'm going.

Hi. You know that as I'm talking to you,
a North Pole glacier is meting?

Don't talk to me, then. Shut up.

Another one who doesn't give a damn!

What are you doing to save the world, uh?

I'm not mating with you.

They can't save themselves from me
and yet they want to save the world.

I'm the end of the world.

Angelo!

Your parents told me you were coming back.

- Where are you going?
- To buy a present for my mom.

Good. Remember, Angelo...

Being a parent is a difficult job!

That's why you don't have kids?

It must be the doctor.
Do you want to get up?

I can't. I'm weak.

I can't stand up.

I'm Dr. Pedrotta,
Dr. Mancuso's substitute.

So young. You know about old people?

Um, yeah.

Come in. Close the door.

What happened?

My father is unwell.

He had several episodes of diarrhea.

I ate too many biscuits.

He ate a whole box.

- Yeah, don't...
- Who ate the biscuits?

It's my fault.
My son has nothing to do with it.

Of course I don't.

Tell the doctor how many biscuits you ate.

- Many.
- Many? How did you eat them?

I told him to stop, but he kept
whining for more. The whole time.

Right? He ate a whole box!

With the medication I gave you,

the bowel movements should stop,
along with the episodes.

Food drives him insane.
He becomes unstoppable.

Greedy!

I won't do it again, I swear.

Have him take all the medication, ma'am.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye. Sorry.

Keep an eye on your father all day,

and whatever you need call me.
I'm always available at the hospital.

- You work at the hospital too?
- The staff's on vacation this week.

- Do you have two beds?
- For your parents?

- Yes.
- They're not that sick.

Now they're not,
but they're going to get worse.

- I don't think so.
- Yes. I know them.

They will.

Take them to the hospital tomorrow,
I'll give them a check up, okay?

- In the morning, at the hospital?
- See you.

Perfect. See you tomorrow.

If they make it to tomorrow.

- Mother full of love
- Pray for us!

- Admirable Mother
- Pray for us!

- Mother of Good Advice
- Pray for us!

- Mother of the Creator
- Pray for us!

- Mother of our Savior
- Pray for us!

- Prudent Virgin
- Pray for us!

How many times are you going
to repeat "Pray for us"?

Do you think the Virgin Mary is dumb?
She heard she has to pray for you!

That's how the rosary works.

Prayer? This is stalking!

Don't bother people, okay?

Turn off that radio and come with me.

Mirror of perfection...

I was praying the Virgin Mary

- for my arthritis and Dad's stomach.
- Really?

Did the Virgin Mary study medicine?

Stop it. Get up and come with me.

I'm not going to pray you.

What's that?

It's for you.

It's... a big present?

That's the least,
after everything you did for me.

Angelo.

You already gave me a present

by coming here, by coming back, my son.

Don't get emotional. Open it.

Open it.

Come on.

Don't ask the Virgin Mary for help.
I'll help you.

She's very busy.

It's hard.

How long do I have to stay up here?

Fifty minutes more.

More tomorrow.

What would you do without me?

You're so sweet. I've been loving you
since you were in my belly...

Sister Angelica is a good person.

You two look a lot alike.

Did you spend much time with Angelica?

What are you watching?

Our favorite TV fiction.

- Is it good?
- It's good. We love it.

We always watch it.
Today's the last episode.

Tonight we'll know how it ends.

You're welcome. I love you so much.

She was the being
you loved most in the world.

They never let me watch cartoons as a kid.

- The lord said that...
- Oh, yes.

Go with Betta, my dear.

Be a good boy.

Everything was about to end.

You're with your son now.

What happened?

Damn, right on time.

- Come on.
- It doesn't work.

- Push "Back".
- I know where to push.

- It's not working. You do it.
- Give me that!

- You do it.
- Let's see...

Right. So?

- See?
- What did you touch?

Nothing!

Of course you did!

I didn't touch it.
It turned off on its own.

- You touched with your leg.
- My legs are here, the remote was there!

Okay, enough.
You... You're making me nervous.

You ruined my evening... Ouch.
I'm going to bed.

- I didn't touch anything!
- The master of the remote.

I'm going to sleep too.

AMBULANCE

- Anna, I'm glad we took this vacation.
- Yes.

What...? Wait!

Oh, my God.

Oh, God!

Mom? Dad?

- Dad?
- Anna!

What's going on?

Goddammit!

Here you are.
Test results will be ready tomorrow.

I'll be working in the evening,

you can come get them.

Everything seems fine, though.

These two don't have anything?

Yes, everything seems fine.

They're not at immediate risk
of a heart attack?

- Well, that can't be predicted.
- See?

A stroke, maybe?

- Not that.
- Ischemia?

That tends to be quite sudden. Diabetes?

- Dad ate many sweets--
- Angelo...

Did you check their moles?

Know how many tumors
come from moles? A whole lot,

Angelo, listen...

I know you care about your parents.

But you can't hassle them
with all these checkups.

Calm down. Why don't you go to the beach?

- In mid-August?
- Right...

I can invite you
to a swimming competition.

Can someone stay with your parents?

- I can leave them at my grandparents'.
- Good idea!

Fantastic. Come pick me up
and we'll go together, okay?

I'll bring them and come back.

Bye.

See you later.

- Marta?
- What?

Tell me if you go out with him. I'll call
the police if you don't come back.

You're so silly!

He's a sensitive boy, actually.

See how he cares about his parents?

I spent my whole childhood
with my grandparents.

So you could have fun.

"Angelo, you stay here.
We have something important to do."

Important my ass! Dinner out,
playing cards with their friends.

I had to spend the whole night
with the two old farts.

They made fun of me.

You stay there now.

"At your grandparents'". Have fun.

The swimming course final
is about to begin.

Parents and contestants
should take their place.

Thank you.

It's starting soon.

- Who's competing? Your nephew?
- No. My son.

You have a son?

Yes. He's seven.
Today the swimming course ends.

He's a special kid.
He's amazing. You'll see.

He's going through a particular phase.

After me and his dad split.

Oh. Here's his dad.

Take your seats. The beginners'
competition is about to begin.

- Bravo!
- Bravo!

Look at the fatty in the green cap.

I'm sure he's going to lose.

Look at him. Where's he going?

He'll make a hole in the pool
when he jumps in.

It'll empty out once he's in.

Look at him. As soon as he dives,
everybody's going to laugh.

He's deaf, too.
He didn't hear the whistle. Look.

He's just standing there.

I told you he'd empty the pool.

What style is that?

Fucked up style.

I was good at five-a-side as a kid,
but my parents never came to watch me.

His parents are watching him.
That's so shitty.

It's better to adopt kids.
You can always say they're not yours.

"I don't know that kid. He's not mine."

"He was born like that,
it's not my fault."

But he was made by his parents.

Where are you? Hey.

The water was cold, Mom.

It doesn't matter, sweetie. You did good.

Angelo, meet Gabriele.

My son.

He did good, right, Angelo?

He did great.
There's a line outside for autographs.

We'll meet the press later.

The press, cool. Let's get you dressed.

Now your shirt, okay? Then we'll go.

See you on Saturday, okay, sweetie?

Bye. Have fun.

Sorry if I don't introduce you to my ex.

Who wants to fucking meet him?

I'm starving.

How about dinner together?

Maybe it's nap time for your grandparents?

They're resting already.

- Let's go. I'm starving too.
- Perfect.

We can go at Mario's.
They have a beautiful terrace.

I'll book a table, it's always quite busy.

- Let me take care of that.
- Okay.

- Evening.
- Evening.

Duro.

- A party of 12, right?
- Right.

Please, follow me.

Thank you.

Who did you invite?

No one.

- Why did you book for 12?
- To avoid the other tables' bullshit.

They place the tables so close.

To earn more.

And I have to listen
to other people's bullshit? No way.

- A drink while you wait?
- Something to eat, too.

You're not waiting?

They'll eat later. We'll eat now,
because we're starving. Right?

- Yes.
- Alright.

- Nice evening, right?
- Yes, very.

Excuse me, any news from your friends?

Stuck in traffic, but on their way.

Alright.

You don't drink at all?

No.

- Always been teetotal?
- Of course.

I made it into a job.

Meaning?

As a teenager, all my friends
wanted me to go out with them,

because they knew I didn't drink,

so I could drive them back home.

And I accepted to be their driver.

Because I had fun driving them
to the wrong houses.

- Why are you laughing?
- No...

I tell you my story and you laugh?

- You think I'm a buffoon?
- Sorry, I didn't mean to. I didn't...

Please, go on. You were saying? Sorry.

Word got out and a lot of people
started calling me.

Because of that.

I told them, "No fucking way.
Now you have to pay me."

When I moved to Rome, it became my job.

So, your job is...

driving drunks home?

You don't like it?

Absolutely not.

- You're ashamed of my job?
- I didn't say that, Angelo.

- You're ashamed?
- No.

My ex was ashamed.

- I'm doomed to stay alone.
- What are you talking about?

It's true.

- I will never find my soulmate.
- Of course you will.

- I won't.
- You will!

No.

No one is as perfect as me.

I'll be alone forever.

That's my destiny.

I'm too perfect. Too perfect.

- What about your friends?
- They didn't make it.

They stood me up.

I have shitty friends.

Wanna come up?

I'm alone.

Are you afraid to be alone?

- No.
- So?

Well... Goodnight.

Goodnight.

She hits on me on the first date.

She thinks I'm a whore.

It's well past midnight!

Do you realize
that he left us at the graveyard?

Franco, he said he'll come.
Just be patient.

He probably got held up.

Where the fuck did he go?

That son of a bitch!

- Shithead!
- Franco.

Control yourself. We're in a holy place.

They can't hear us. They're resting.
They're sleeping. They're done suffering.

It's me, me! With that piece of shit,

- fuckhead!
- Shh!

He needs to go back to Rome.

To Rome!

- Trip with Father Gino tomorrow, okay?
- What?

You said we wouldn't go
because Angelo's here.

We're going because of him!

We're going!

He can piss off at least for one day!

Shh!

The fuckhead.

There he is.

Here comes the bastard.

Shut up.

- He doesn't have to hear he's a bastard?
- No. Shut up.

Smile.

- Smile!
- Smile my ass.

- Hey!
- Hey! All good?

Here we are, Angelo!

You sit in the front, yeah.

I'm going.

So?

- Now we're going home!
- Right.

Let's go!

- Did you say hi to grandpa and grandma?
- Of course.

Where are you going?

We have a parish field trip,
at Madonna di Tindari.

We'll be back tonight.

Without telling me?

Oh, we didn't want to wake you.

Father Gino organized it.

Do you remember Father Gino?

When you were a kid, at the oratory, uh?

I can tell you now.

Father Gino...

when I was a kid...

He abused me.

Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God.
- Go, now. On a trip, with that pedophile.

Have fun.

I thought he was a nice person.

- Me too.
- It's disgusting.

- It's disgusting. Disgusting.
- You can't trust anyone.

They believed me, the morons.

They wouldn't allow me to go
on school field trips.

"No, you'll behave badly."

"You stay home."

Oh, yeah?

Now you stay home too!

Are you kidding?

- No way!
- Of course.

The villain. God will punish him!

Maria Grazia, we're not coming
on field trips anymore!

No, I won't go on field trips either.
Are we kidding? I won't.

That maniac!

I'm telling Dino and Costanza.

Tell Giorgio and Matilde too.

- I'm calling them. Yes.
- Maria Grazia, what's going on?

- Come inside, I'll tell you.
- What's going on?

Franco, Rita, aren't you coming?

No, we're not coming anymore.

How come? What's wrong?

You wouldn't believe what Father Gino did.

Don't go near that person again, okay?

Father Gino?

Maybe they got the wrong day?

What are you talking about?
It was on the program!

August 12th, at 7:00 a.m.

They all confirmed.

- What, you didn't go?
- What?

I will never set foot
in that parish again!

Not even for a funeral.

Come, I'll take you on a trip.

- Are you coming or not?
- Yes, of course.

Know what that is?

Is it a farmhouse?

A hotel-restaurant?

Are we eating here?

You don't remember?

It's the boarding school
where you locked me up as a kid.

- You were restless.
- You did bad in school.

It's not a boarding school anymore.

- Oh!
- What is it?

What is it?

A nursing home for the elderly.

Let's go take a look.

Come in!

Here we are.

Our rooms have TV, air conditioning,
anti-decubitus mattresses...

It's just two people in each room.

Please, take a look. I'll wait outside.

Just two people? It changed, then.

Twenty of us slept in here back then.

I slept there.

In that small corner.

There was mold on the wall.
I remember that.

Amazing. Mold kept me fresh.

On that wall there,

I wrote something once. With a pen.

I wrote, "Mom and Dad...

I miss you."

One day I was nervous and I drew a penis.

A nice fat one.

The nun hit me.

The bitch.

Let's go. There's a lot we need to see.

I told you not to send him
to boarding school!

He was a pain in the ass!

Meals are served thrice a day.

Breakfast at 7:00 a.m.,
lunch at 12:00 p.m., dinner at 6:00 p.m.

The cafeteria is our pride.

Quality and hygiene. Please.

This changed too.

The food was shit back then.
There were cockroaches in the soup.

I often felt sick.
Stomach ache, diarrhea. I threw up.

If I didn't pick it up,
the nun would hit me.

I looked for Mommy.

And Daddy.

But they weren't there.

Who knows where they were.

Come!

Oh!

Look how pretty it is.

How spacious, full of light.

With the view!

This is our recreational room.

You play cards, you listen to music.

Laughter and happiness!

- There are recreational activities too?
- Of course.

We could only study
when it was a boarding school.

If the teachers caught you playing,
they'd hit you.

- Do you hit elders here?
- What? Oh, God, no!

It's a radical change.

Do you have any free spots?

We're full at the moment.

Leave me your number,
I'll call as soon as something comes up.

Oh, right, a spot just came up
earlier today.

Actually, two.

Yes. two.

How many would you need?

Want to go for lunch?

- I'm not hungry.
- Me neither.

There's a restaurant here, with good wine.
Shall we stop?

No.

- Let's go home.
- Our home.

- Rita?
- Mm?

We're not going to the nursing home.

- We're not. We have our house.
- Yes.

What's he doing? Going out?

- This late?
- Come in, Marta.

Don't worry, the dorks are sleeping.

Don't worry. Let's go the bedroom.

The doctor just came in.

To do what, so late at night?

He went to our room with the doctor.

Maybe he's unwell.

Oh, God.

- She's in pain!
- She must be sick.

That's so embarrassing.

So gross! With the doctor?

She looked like a nice girl.

- Right?
- Yeah. My God.

This is so...

As a kid I had to listen
to you fucking at night.

You thought I couldn't hear?
Of course I did.

I'll go there and slap him!

Slap? Slap who?

As if the times you slapped him
as a kid were useful!

Too few times!

Too few? Look what he turned into.

Now you listen to this.

I'm turning up the volume.

Much better.

Quite the orgy I set up in here.

Go, push. Good job.

Listen to that.

Pasta! Pasta! Pasta!

Here comes the pasta, yay!

Give me your plates!

Nando, isn't Anna eating?

I don't know. I'll call her.

- Guys, a picture?
- A picture!

Anna! Lunch is ready!

He won't pick up!

It's ringing but he won't pick up!

You'll call your brother later, okay?

Come on! They're all eating!

I'm not hungry, okay? Gorge yourself!

Gorge yourself! He's thinking about food!
Have fun!

Enjoy your meal!

Why isn't he picking up?
Why?

Because he hates me! He hates me!

- Me too.
- Yeah.

I wouldn't say that.
He came to take care of you.

He came to take revenge, believe me!

You're the shrink, but I'm the father
of that asshole!

- I know him.
- He's obviously holding a grudge.

- Just one?
- How long was he in boarding school?

Six months.

We had to take him back.
They didn't want him!

Nobody wants him!

Your son's difficult personality

is a consequence of the relationship
you had with him.

Franco.

Have you ever hugged your son?

Have you ever told him,
"I'm happy that you came into my world?"

Once he told him,
"Be damned the day you were born!"

- Me?
- Yes. And he yelled,

"I should have used a condom that day."

I was pissed!

You told him you should've had an abortion
instead of giving birth to him.

Calm down, let's not point fingers now.

Franco, your depression
won't go away with medicines.

You have to make peace with your past.

You have to rebuild
a relationship with your son.

He's been waiting for your attention
for a long time.

For your trust.

He's waiting for a gesture.

I'm a bit shut.

I know, Franco.

Your generation only kissed their kids
when they slept.

Make an effort.

Do your best.

Together, you have
to give back to that boy

all the affection you denied him.

- What are you doing?
- I'm hugging you.

Yo go in depressed, you come out queer?
What did that doctor do?

Don't ever go back to him.

Let's go.

Angelo, how about a nice ice-cream?

Yes. We'll take him to the best
ice cream spot in Palermo.

yes. It's expensive, but it's delicious.

Best ice cream in Palermo. Huh?

- The best ice cream for my son!
- Well done!

- You're not taking anything?
- No, no sweets for me.

Look. Can I have some ice cream?

- I said no.
- See?

My son cares about my health,
right, Angelo?

- Another one for me.
- Coming!

With a brioche, too.

- Well done!
- The best brioche for my son, okay?

They're so good here. remember when we--

Now we're done! It's over!

- Eat up, sweetie.
- Is it good, uh? How is it?

- Will he hurt himself if he falls?
- Of course.

Where would the fun be?

There's no safety belts.

They often break.

- Many have died.
- Franco!

Hi! My parents bring me to this park
to play as well.

Yes? Are you happy about it?

And you fall for it?
They bring you here out of guilt.

Get them to buy you
a PlayStation, you idiot!

Dad, I'm tired of this place.
Buy me a PlayStation!

He's not falling yet?

Slow down! Oh!

All good!

Did you see what Dad did for you?

No. What did he do?

Hi.

He's Spit. He's looking
for an adoptive family.

Want to meet him?

He's so cute, uh?

Do you want it, Angelo?

I don't like dogs anymore.
I'm an adult now.

What do you like?

Here I come!

Where's my joy?

Can I kiss you goodnight too?

Well... Are you going out?

Do I need your permission?

Of course not. Go, go!

Have fun! Hooray!

It's no fun.
I'm going to collect your test results.

Thanks, son. If you weren't here...

You're going to the doctor, uh?

The doctor's pretty, uh?

You know what?

I think...

Sorry.

I think she likes you. Uh?

Your dad knows a thing or two about women.

You got engaged at 16, got married at 26.

You saw one pussy your life,
and you're an expert?

You're right, Angelo.

You're right.

Ouch!

That's how it was back then, you know?

You got married, you had kids, you know...

No preparation at all.
We weren't ready to be parents.

Later on you realize that being a father

is the hardest job in the world.

Really?

Who hired you? Did I?

The job of being a father.

You're fired, then.

Find another job.

Sue me.

Did you two talk?

There's nothing to talk about
with that guy.

Believe me, it's useless.

Franco, you wanted to settle
the whole past in a single day?

What did the psychologist say?

You have to defeat his hate.

If we did like I've been telling you
for so long...

- You think?
- Yes, Franco.

We have to make that gesture.

You'll see, we'll put a smile
back onto his face.

Let's do it, then.

What the fuck...?

- What is it, Franco?
- The python!

Here are the results.
Your parents are fine.

Your dad's bilirubin is just a bit high.

Can you do a colonoscopy?

There's no need, Angelo.

- It's painful.
- Even better. Do it.

Gabriele, please,
get that phone out of your face!

- What's he doing here?
- He had to be with his father.

But his dad got jealous
after seeing you at the pool.

Of course. I'm handsome,
he looks like shit.

His self-esteem plunged. That's normal.

Yeah, but Gabriele's the one
paying for it.

He'll have to spend the night
in here with me.

- Can't he go home?
- Without me? I'm not leaving him.

There's water, electricity, gas... No.

He has to sleep.
He doesn't have to fix stuff.

No, I don't feel like it.

And I'm anxious about my parents?
What about you busting his balls?

Look at the way you treat that kid.

- The state of him.
- You're needed in the ER.

Coming.

Could you take him home?

Thanks.

Gabriele, Angelo will drive you home,
okay, sweetie?

Angelo, please double check door and gate,
I'm so anxious about thieves!

You think they're gonna steal him?
Did you see him?

Will you please text me when he's home?

Okay, never mind.

- Bye, sweetie, see you later.
- Let's go, come on.

- I'm hungry.
- You are?

- Do you have money?
- Dad gave me 20 euros.

Twenty euros?

He's a cheap ass too. Where's the money?

It's just enough for me.

Why aren't you eating?

Mom says burgers makes you sick.

Your mom's a doctor,
if you're sick, she'll cure you.

What do you care? Go all in.

You're lucky. Come on, eat.

- Can I eat the french fries too?
- No, forget about those.

Without ketchup.

Now you can eat them.

- It's nice being without Mom, right?
- Dad doesn't want me to eat it too.

Yeah? Let's put some mayonnaise too then.

So the asshole's happy.

The soda is for your son?

My son?

Does he look like me? Are you blind?

You idiot.

Drink up.

Mom and dad don't want me to drink sodas,
because I'll become obese.

You're obese because
your parents are separated.

That's why. You eat twice.
First at Mom's, then at Dad's.

Pick one. Either your mom,
or your dad. You'll lose weight.

It's their fault if you're fat.

You'll take revenge when you grow up.

I want to be a Formula One pilot
when I grow up.

With that body?

How will you get in the car?

You can be a truck driver. Drink up.

Drink up. It's nice and cold.

Go on. Well done. Drink up.

All that ice will be a blessing
for your stomach. Go on.

Angelo, is everything okay?
Is Gabriele home?

Not yet. Don't you know you have
to drive slowly with a kid in the car?

Good. We're at the second
car accident here tonight.

Text me when you get there, okay?
Don't forget.

Please, otherwise I can't work.
Text me. Thanks.

Your mom's a ball buster.
Speed up before she calls again.

Speed up!

And you want to be in Formula One.
Unbelievable.

There's the police.

No worries. They only stop pussy at night.
Are you pussy?

- No.
- What the fuck do you care, then? Go on.

Cool! You were right. It's amazing.

Of course I was right.

- Italian?
- No.

Man or woman?

- Man.
- Man.

- Young or old?
- Old.

- Old...
- Answer me, goddamn!

What the fuck is going on?
I have a shitty brother!

Damn psychologist. "More sensitive!
Your brother will become more sensitive!"

He wanted me to go insane!

Nando, you're really ruining our vacation.

- You shouldn't have come.
- I know.

She'd be able to piss off the Buddha too.

Good job!

You guessed.
Well done.

I guessed?
Now you guess what I'm going to do.

Sorry if we bothered you on vacation.

Franco, I've been telling you
for a long time.

We needed a psychologist to convince him.

With kids, you have to do things equally.

He wouldn't decide.

Franco is stubborn.
Ever since I first met him.

He is stubborn! Come.

"In the year 2024,
on the day of August 14th,

In Palermo, via Palestro 88,

in front of me, Dr. Guido Leonardi,
in the presence of the witnesses,

Mr. Duro Franco and Mrs. Lanzetti Rita,

donate a property of 230 square meters,

located in Piazza della Marina 74,
floor two, extension eight,

to the here present Mr. Duro Angelo.

I, a Notary in Palermo,

thereby registered, etcetera, etcetera."

Here we go. Now just sign here, Angelo.

Uh? A readable signature. Here.

Go on.

They're donating their house to me?

You should be grateful to your parents.

They're donating their house to you,

with a market value
of five, six hundred thousand euros. Uh?

- That's what it's worth?
- Yeah.

- Go on. What are you waiting for? Go on.
- Go on.

How about a nice hug to Mom and Dad?

- Oh, finally!
- Our only son!

There.

One makes so many mistakes in life.

But you need to know
that I'm proud of you, son.

Franco, are you going to cry now. What...?

We need to celebrate!

- Good!
- Let's celebrate!

To the past going away!

Cheers!

We did it.

We went there this morning,
and we signed it.

And that's out of the way.

You did the right thing.

Yes. Now he's sorted out too.

And one day,
when we won't be here anymore,

he'll have a property to count on.

Of course.

It should be Angelo.

he's a good guy.

I'll introduce him.

I finally convinced Franco.

He didn't want to do it.

I told him, "Did we buy a house for Anna?"

- One for him too, right?
- Of course.

Come, Maria Grazia.

Good morning!

Do you know who's selling
in your building?

- No.
- No.

There's a '"For sale" sign on the gate.

My daughter is looking for a house.

Maybe she'll come live next to me.

- Caronia, maybe? He's a widower.
- No.

No way. His daughter told me
she'll come live here when her dad dies.

So, who is it?

I got the number on the sign.
I'll call now.

It's the Zafarana's. Trust me.

Good morning.

I'm calling for the house on sale
in Piazza Marina, 74.

Can you tell me how many square meters?

Two hundred thirty.

Same as ours.

Is it free?

Oh, there are two elders in it.

They're going to live with their daughter.

Ask what floor it is.

What floor is it on?

Second.

- Next to ours.
- It's the Macaluso's.

- Do they have a daughter?
- Maybe they do.

Is it the Macaluso's apartment?

Oh, no. The other one.

Duro. Excuse me, who am I speaking with?

The son?

The owner.

No, I already have an offer on the house.

Text me your number,
Eventually, I'll call you back. Bye.

Busting my balls...

Mr. Duro?

- Who are you?
- It's about your parents...

- Oh.
- They're sleeping.

They were very upset,
so we gave them some tranquilizers.

They had a sudden spike in blood pressure,
probably because of the heat.

Yeah, that must be it.

The elders react badly
to these temperatures.

- I know that very well. Of course.
- Please.

- Can you leave us alone?
- Of course.

Marta?

Did you see my parents?

They're not gonna make it, right?
See? I told you. I knew!

Gabriele tells his dad everything.

French fries, soda... What's the problem?

You can't deny those things to a kid.

Your son's full of issues. He's troubled.

You let him drive the car! Really?

Now my ex wants to report you,

and I risk losing my son!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

He finally does something fun,
and he snitches on me.

Angelo, don't you think
your parents will resent me?

Second thoughts?
Here, I have another buyer.

No, I mean, I don't want them
to be disappointed.

The fuck do you care?

They're not your neighbors any more.

You're right!

Can we remove the sign then?

You can remove the door too,
for all I fucking care.

Yeah! Go.

Go on.

They're gonna hear me now.

Let's see if I have to call the cops!

My mother had a gold ring with diamonds
and golden earrings.

My father had a gold bracelet
and a valuable watch.

No one ever stole anything in here.

I haven't taken that ring off in 40 years.

That watch was a present from my father.

Stealing from two poor old people...

This doesn't end here!
Let's go. I'm gonna report you!

Come in.

Give me the bag, Dad.

Easy, Mom.

Come. Go on.

You can go to my room.

Your room? Where are you and Nando
going to sleep?

Nando left me.

Don't worry, my darling.

Dad and I will always be with you.

- Always?
- Yes.

Yes. Always. Forever.

- Forever here with me?
- Yes.

Come.

Come.

Anna.

- Did you have fun on vacation?
- Very much so.

Okay, listen.

I fixed your car.

Just know, its miles are numbered.

- It'll break down.
- Relax, I'm changing it tomorrow.

Finally. Well done, Angelo. Well done.

Get a recent one, so it'll be easier
to find the spare parts!

Angelo, I have two people here,
but they're not minors.

He's totally wasted,
and she doesn't have a car.

Come get them.

What are you going to do now?

Will you keep collecting drunks around?

No.

This is my last ride.

I'm changing life.

Oh. Finally.

What I told you was useful then.

Had you done it earlier,
you wouldn't have lost me.

Angelo.

Do you like it?

It's gorgeous.

It's all I ever dreamed of.

It's yours for 800 euros.

Go fuck yourself.

Mr. Duro...

The owner says the vehicle you bought
had a cost of 140,000 euros.

And he applied the maximum discount.

We can value your old car 400 euros.

No way.

My insurance pays 2000 euros
for theft and fire.

Have someone steal it then.

You think I'll let someone steal it?

Who do you think I am?

It was a joke, Mr. Duro.

What fucking joke is that?

Idiot!

Let someone steal my car!

COURT HOUSE

AFTER THREE MONTHS

So, Mr. Duro.

That evening,

was the young Gabriele Macaluso
in the car with you?

- Yes.
- On the way to Dr. Pedrotta's house?

Of course.

You were driving, right?

No. The kid was.

Help me understand.

You let a kid drive the car?

Don't women drive?

Don't you have a driver's license?

- The judge has a security detail.
- So that she doesn't have to drive.

Silence!

This is from the social worker.

The kid retracted everything.
He said it's not true he was driving.

You're free to go!

I am? You called me here
for this bullshit?

Will you please leave?

She makes me come all the way here
and gets angry too, the idiot.

This court is adjourned.

Is that Uncle? What's he doing here, Mom?

One of his stunts, for sure.
Let's hope he gets imprisoned for life.

- Don't acknowledge him.
- Wait. Uncle?

I said don't.

Uncle.

What have you done?

Mom and Dad
were separating because of you.

- And they didn't?
- No.

That's a shame.

They reached an agreement.
The hearing's now.

Mom took Grandpa and Grandma
to a care home and Dad comes back home.

- In a care home?
- Yes, at Vergine Santissima.

- Good job. Congratulations.
- Carlo?

Come here. Let's go.

Don't talk to certain people.

- Let's go.
- Go!

"My parents did everything for me."
You locked them in a care home. Good job!

Where's your heart? Do you have one?

Do you have a heart? Shame on you!

Angelo.

What he fuck do you want?

I'm sorry, Gabriele made everything up.

Maybe to attract our attention.

And he busts my balls?

I'm mortified. I'm sorry.

Maybe I'll forgive you. Maybe.

Angelo?

You're the most sensitive person
I ever met.

I know.

Gabriele lost ten kilos
thanks to the diet!

Thanks to the diet? Thanks to me.

What a good guy.

- Angelo.
- Oh.

Surprised?

You weren't expecting me, right?

You were waiting
for your "favorite" daughter.

"The firstborn. Annuccia."

"Mom's sweetheart."
The one who locked you in here.

The asshole.

You think one should see a parent
locked up in a care home, to suffer?

Who do you think I am?

You made me suffer,
but I won't let you suffer.

Get your stuff and let's go.

Where are we going, Angelo?
To your house in Rome?

- I don't have a house in Rome anymore.
- No?

That's my house now.

What, you don't like it?

Wanna stay here?

- No.
- No, it's great.

- Let's go, then.
- Let's go.

Angelo, where are you taking us?

To Switzerland.

- Switzerland?
- Oh.

Switzerland is beautiful.

A civilized country.

They don't keep elders
in care homes there. To suffer.

In Switzerland, an injection,
and the elders cease suffering.

- help me! Help!
- Help!

- Help!
- Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

I AM THE END OF THE WORLD