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AT LEAST WE CAN SAY WE LIVED IT UP WHEN WE WERE YOUNG

C'mon!

Am I the king or not?

Am I the king or not?

You didn't notice a sheep is missing?

- I counted them. - Where's the one with the bell?

- Count 'em again. - All 200 are here.

- You're always on your phone. - They're all here.

Put the phone down and count them.

Now!

Tede!

Tede!

Tede!

40 SECONDS

September 6, 2020 3:15 a.m.

Jesus...

- What's wrong? - No more allergens at night for me.

I had a crazy dream.

Know what?

What?

The white wine and red shrimp combo kills me.

Totally.

Did you clean the shower?

Yes?

You like this?

What time is it?

3:00.

- Ginetto's not home yet? - Ginetto's 20. Stay focused.

So what if he's 20?

- C'mon, Ludovico! - Geez, Caterina!

I can't get in the mood if I'm worried.

Call him, do it for me.

Just do it.

In 30 minutes.

Call him, then come back...

This is out of control,

the same old story every night.

Go see what's happening and call Ginetto too.

Okay, but keep the fire going.

Be right back. I'll give them an earful.

Hey!

Knock it off, it's 3:00!

Hey!

What's going on down there?

Some water!

Ginetto!

Some water!

What happened?

Some water!

Jesus!

Move.

- He's foaming. - Ludovico, he's foaming!

What did they do to you?

- Look at me! - They hit us, Dad.

Go inside.

No, Dad!

Clear out, clear out!

- He's foaming at the mouth. - Lift him up.

What the fuck is going on?

Shut up and call a fucking ambulance!

Call an ambulance!

What's going on?

He's foaming at the mouth.

Please, Ludovico!

- What's wrong with him? - He's not breathing.

- Hello. - Hi.

- Six coffees, please. - Coming up.

Sure is hot out.

Giorgio Chiellini...

Scarlett Johansson...

and Paolo Villaggio...

Know what they have in common?

They all have twin siblings.

But they're all more famous than their twins.

There are some exceptions.

Like them...

They're both famous around here.

- What's your name? - Fabrizio.

Fabrizio...

Objectively, who do you think...

is the stronger one?

Sergeant, what the fuck do you want? You're busting our balls.

Calm down, fellows.

We're all family men.

These coffees are for you.

I shouldn't drink coffee

because I have acid reflux.

But I need it to wake up.

And, with all due respect, to move my bowels.

- Good. - Thanks.

You're scary up close.

Well,

it's 4:00 a.m. but I'm gonna have to ask you all

to come down to the station for a few questions.

Not Rossella, of course, she's pregnant and needs to rest.

- Six euros? - Yes, thanks.

It's on me.

See you at the station.

Sergeant, aren't we coming with you?

Do I look like a taxi driver?

What a wise guy...

No such thing.

Come in your own cars.

Park in the tow-away zone,

I'll inform the guards.

Two minutes.

In and out.

Bye, Rossella.

Bye.

"Happy birthday, baby!"

THIS ACCOUNT IS PRIVATE

The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable,

please try again later.

Nice and easy,

we're almost out.

Watch your step.

Hold on to her.

Maurizio, where the fuck were you?

I went to get water, Uncle.

And I thought I could trust a family member...

Gimme a break, it was only a few minutes.

Why the fuck did you take those old people in there?

- That old lady could've died. - Oh please.

You're lucky

De Santis came by and heard her husband screaming or she'd be dead now.

Come on, Uncle...

I've had a fucked up week already.

Please don't fire me!

Hey!

It's Saturday, I want to drink and pass out tonight.

Let's drink something cool in the meantime.

Where's your dad's car?

You know I can't take it, he needs it for work.

- You came with this? - It's all I've got.

You said he works nights.

Yeah, but what if he needs it...

It'll get all dirty here.

Quit bitching, you don't even have a license!

- I have a reason. - What reason?

- No license, no car. - You have a license but no car.

Why bother getting a license if you drive this?

I like it...

What are you doing? Knock it off.

You don't smoke, gimme the lighter.

Gimme it!

- Here. - I'll knock you senseless.

Same old story. Know what?

Fuck you, walk.

Fuck you, dumbass! I'm sick of your shit.

Every time...

- I even came to get you. - Are you upset?

Maurizio!

- Knock it off. - Screw you.

Where the fuck are you going?

Where'll you go without me? Wanna smoke?

Take a drag.

- I don't want it. - 'Cause you're an asshole.

Lemme get on, move.

- Go slow. - No duh, with a hill like that...

We'd better not fall.

We won't.

Hold on tight.

Hide your number and call her,

if she answers then it means she blocked you.

My hand.

What if she figures out that I called her?

Then she'll think I'm a dumbass.

You are a dumbass... you let me win another hand.

Listen up...

Just forget about her, all right?

- She moved on. - Bullshit.

Damn, my hand again!

Concentrate.

Slow down or you'll choke.

You need to be like me.

Here's what you'll do:

go out and have fun tonight.

You'll meet a chick,

chat with her,

then nail her, not just her...

But two, three, four, ten, twenty girls, okay?

We'll go out tonight.

We'll see about that, let's just play it by ear.

Now play cards.

Hey...

- About that thing, I think... - Hold on.

- I think... - Fuck that.

- Fuck that! - I could help you and the twins.

Goddamn... why the fuck are you sayin' names?!

Lower your voice when you talk about this stuff.

Ouch.

Don't you have a job already?

You take those tourists around...

They fired you?

No!

Yes or no?

That's not what I want to do in life.

Dumbass...

I need to work.

You're useless, you're so skinny one slap would floor you,

you don't have swag.

- But I give it my all. - Be quiet.

- I give it my all. - Shut the fuck up now.

I'll bash your face.

Where's Faiz?

Upstairs.

No more jerking off with that cast, huh Maurizio?

- If you only knew what happened... - Is that a girl's bike?

Loose girls are all you can get.

Still bitter about last week?

You have deep pockets and short arms!

Spend some money!

Spend some money!

Sorry.

What the heck?!

I need to try these on.

- Go in there. - Okay.

Sorry.

Really nice.

- Thanks. - Bye, thanks.

See you.

Hi, Luana.

Why are you here?

To shop, am I not allowed?

- This stuff costs 300 euros. - I can do what I want with my money.

- Card? - No...

- Cash. - Where'd you get it?

I'm working.

Why'd you block me?

- Huh? - Why'd you block me?

You're treating me like a stalker.

You bombard me with messages and come here to make a scene.

- You're like a stalker. - Come on, Luana...

Leave me alone.

What happened to your arm?

- So you do care about me? - I asked out of politeness.

I did it for you.

- All right? - Did what?

There was a guy at the bar

who called you a whore

for dumping me so I hit him

because nobody should disrespect my girl.

- I'm not your girl. - Are you someone else's girl?

- Now's not the time. - Now's not the time, when then?

Let's meet up tonight.

- We'll talk. - I don't want to see you.

It's your birthday.

I've got nothing to say to you, Maurizio, deal with it.

Tell me why you fucking dumped me!

Why did you dump me?

You have to tell me the truth.

'Cause I'm 25 but with you I feel like I'm 150.

'Cause you're boring and suffocating,

and you're a fucking creep too.

People avoid you like the plague.

You'd let someone piss on you just to get approval.

You have nothing interesting to say,

you dress nice but you're a boor.

Maurizio, just so you know,

vitiligo disgusts me.

Hear her? Leave.

Okay.

I'm leaving.

Hi, Mom.

Uncle Flavio called.

I was thinking something...

me and your dad aren't book-smart.

But we're sharp...

But despite that, we have you as a son.

You'd think you were the outcome of inbreeding.

You're lucky your dad's asleep.

You'll deal with him tomorrow.

And quit stealin' my cigarettes.

You think that'll change anything?!

Stay in your lane!

Cosimo, stay in your lane!

He's driving into me!

- Slow down! - Look at him!

- No! - What was that?

What did you do?!

My dad's gonna kill me. Stop!

Don't blame me!

I don't have a license and you let me drive.

What a fucking drag...

- Fuck! - Hitting it ain't gonna help.

- Now what'll I tell my dad? - That someone drove into you.

- An eraser will get rid of it. - Bullshit.

Look at this!

Wait here.

- Where are you going? - Stay here.

Look what he did... my dad's gonna kill me.

Fucking kill me.

I'm sweating already.

Shit, I knew it.

Fuck you, Cosimo...

Gimme the keys, now.

Go have fun.

What a shitty night.

C'mon...

for some reason, he likes you.

Told you!

- Quit skipping! - I can be useful.

Take your keys.

No, they bulge in my pocket.

Be glad, with that small dick of yours...

Excuse me...

Number one.

What are you lookin' at?

What the fuck do you want?

That blonde is staring at me.

Who?

Go talk to her, approach her.

- Is that the problem? - No, I...

Gimme... something to drink.

Dance with her.

No, I'll wait until next time.

No, do it now!

- What'll I say? - Chat her up!

No, I have to leave soon, my dad's gonna wake up.

Enough with this bullshit!

- What's on your face? - What?

- Is that makeup? - Quit shouting.

- Makeup? - No!

Quit shouting.

Yes... I wanted to look better.

Never let anyone

tell you that you're nobody.

Yeah!

Wanna dance with me?

I like your friend, I wanna dance with her.

Hey, baby...

what a pretty smile.

See? It's easy-peasy.

Goddamnit, it's 3:00.

September 6, 2020 2:45 a.m.

You ruined the night, I came here with my friends...

- You can do what you want. - Good.

But don't rub it in his face.

Don't rub what in his face?

That blonde again?

Just go talk to her!

She's with that loser, they're arguing.

Two dogs fight for a bone, the third runs away with it...

- I don't want trouble. - Do it.

Hey, hot stuff!

Who's he? No way...

Hey, how does this work?

Hey, honey!

Hi, hon.

Hi, hon.

To Michelle!

Stop!

Dumbass.

Just drink and shut up!

What a mess, they'll kick us out.

- To France! - And baguettes.

Big, hot baguettes!

- It's warm. - Gross.

Some mementos...

Things you've probably forgotten 'cause you have Alzheimer's.

Remember this?

Martinucci.

Gross.

Martinucci, how gross.

He was cute.

What kind of gift is this?

Cute...

Hug it!

- Take these! - All for you.

How embarrassing.

Did you fuck?

- Watch and learn. - She's an expert.

Oops!

We're going to Futura tonight.

I'm seeing Christian tonight.

Fuck that!

- Christian, my ass! - Come out with us.

Fuck Christian, you broke up 40 years ago.

- He doesn't get it... - Say bye-bye.

- We need to talk. - Where's he taking you to dinner?

Dunno, a romantic place.

Some dump.

Oh please, Christian and romance...

Fat chance.

- Come out with us, the end. - I'll kidnap her.

Cheer up.

What's with that pout? C'mon.

What's wrong?

It's hot, let's take a dip.

And then tonight we're going dancing.

Wanna take a dip? Come here!

Let go!

Help me!

WE EITHER GET MARRIED OR GET HIGH HERE

You call this a romantic dinner?

A romantic dinner that turned into a farewell dinner.

Really?

Thanks to you.

- The best part. - Eating the crust?

- So what? - It'll give you cancer.

Give it to the cats.

- Eat the soft part. - Unbelievable.

Eat the soft part!

- Never mind, I lost my appetite. - Eat this...

Trust me, this isn't bad for you.

You're always so stubborn.

I told you to come with me.

The issue isn't me coming with you, the issue is you shouldn't be goin' there.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't understand this urge you all have...

just 'cause we're from a small town we all have to leave?

Is the town really that bad?

People here waste their time saying: "What's the plan tonight?"

and then end up doing nothing.

The same happens in the city.

Once you've gone to every movie theater, store, and club,

you'll end up doing the same things.

Do you hotshots really want to spend tons of money,

breathe in smog, get a stroke from rushing around?!

You don't get it.

I was born here, my friends are here, and I wanna die here.

If you wanna leave, then go.

But I won't wait for you forever.

When we got together, you should've told me you were like this.

Like what?

Why the fuck are you tellin' people:

"I'm going to study at Panthéon-Sorbonne"?

- That's what it's called! - Normal people call it...

Sorbonne! But you want me to feel like a dumbass.

- Well maybe you are a dumbass. - You're insulting me now?

- Never mind. - No, say what you think.

You're the kind of guy who tells his girl how to dress,

how to walk, how to talk, what to eat,

where to spend the rest of her fucking life.

- That's what I think. - So?

So, you should've told me you were like this!

Take me home.

Grab that stuff.

What the fuck!? Hold on.

Wait.

Now what's the problem?

- You don't get it. - Get what?

Why are you acting like this?

- You don't get it! - Get what? Tell me!

You don't need to be afraid to die 'cause you're already dead here!

Go get your things.

Puke it up.

What happened?

Well?

Michelle, let's talk.

- I'm listening. - You can do anything you want...

- Good. - But don't rub it in his face.

Simone, cut it short, I wanna go home.

Michelle doesn't need help.

We're having a serious conversation, butt out.

What are you, Christian's gopher?

This is a serious conversation.

- You shouldn't even be here. - We're having a night out.

Here of all places?

Try to control yourself, don't hump that guy...

- Control myself? - You broke up a minute ago.

How dare you!

- Hey, hot stuff! - Who the hell is he?

You're a real ass.

You complimented a girl.

You did.

- Is he talking to you? - Dunno.

- Who was that? - Forget it, they're drunk.

- What do you care!? - Was it the guy with the cast?

What keys?

- The keys I gave you before. - You gave me keys?

What's up?

They're hassling Michelle.

Michelle?

- I want to go home. - Be a man.

I don't like this shit.

For real?

Gimme a cigarette.

C'mon, I'm drunk. Gimme one or I'll shoot myself.

- What's the problem? - Why's he whistling at you?

His compliment didn't bother me.

- It didn't? - I liked it.

I'm kidding, I'm drunk.

- I'm wasted, bro. - What are you on? Gimme the keys.

- I'm defending your friend. - For what?

Defending me from what?

Simone, what's going on?

- Nothing, relax. - Great, now he's here.

Piss off.

- What happened? - Nothing.

- He called her "hot stuff". - You're a dick.

- Who, Michelle? - Not me...

The guy with the cast.

Gimme the keys.

Calm down.

Fuck...

- Why'd you call her "hot stuff"? - Are you nuts?

Why are you hassling other guy's girls?

- No... - He didn't.

- Butt out. - Relax.

- Explain. - Cosimo, my friend, is drunk.

- Who's Cosimo? - Cosimo!

- There's no Cosimo here. - Watch it, I have a cast.

Back off, man.

- Look what you did! - He has a cast.

I saw you playing it up for him on the dance floor.

What the fuck are you saying, you psycho?!

What are you saying?

I'll stick that cast up your ass!

What a bunch of loots.

- Look me in the face. - Don't touch me!

Butt out!

You and that splotchy face!

Enough!

- What's with your face? - Don't touch me.

You like him?

She didn't mind me calling her "hot stuff".

- So you did say it! - No, I didn't.

You shouldn't even look in her direction!

Who the fuck do you think you are?

What the fuck!?

What the fuck!?

You dumbass!

Shithead!

Don't you start too!

Let's get out of here.

Sorry...

Why did you have to see him tonight?

- What do you mean? - Tonight's your last night!

Because he followed me here without me knowing jack shit!

- Playing nurse for a dumbass! - So selfish.

I'm saying it 'cause I care about you.

You don't care that I'm not well! Nobody gives a shit!

We'll talk later.

I'm gonna puke...

Puke...

Fuck.

Gotcha, dickface!

Enough, Cosimo, I'm done.

- I fucked up. - They want to kill me 'cause of you.

It's your fault they want to kill me, gimme the car keys.

- Now. - They, who?

What's your problem?

Where is that shithead?

Give me the car keys!

Listen,

I don't know how to say this,

but I lost the keys inside.

You what?

Give me the car keys.

Calm down, we'll get the car started.

Where is he?

Look what you fucking made me do!

I had nothing to do with it.

- I need to make a call. - Do it here.

- And hurry. - Don't push me.

There's the shithead!

Christian!

Come here, enough! Please.

Lorenzo, I've been calling you for hours.

Rosella's pissed, call her.

Can we go?

Let's go see.

See?

There are ten guys acting crazy...

If fists starts flying, it'll get ugly.

Asshole!

Think you can run away?

What the fuck!

You hit him while he was talking?

You hit him while he was talking? You're an animal.

Bastard!

You're a real animal!

Calm down! What's going on?

- What did you do? - Nothing.

What's going on?

I'll break your other arm!

Look at me!

- I am! - Let's go home.

Four of you jumped me.

You punched me, bastard!

Maurizio hit you?

- He sucker-punched me. - I pushed you.

- The town's biggest loser... - The town's biggest dickhead.

- He's a dick, well done. - Thanks.

He's laughing.

- I'm not laughing. - You dumbass.

- He knocked his teeth out. - He'll be fine tomorrow.

You're such a dumbass,

why'd you punch him?

- This is your fault! - He started it.

Don't bother talking to him.

You're fucking talking to him after he punched me?

I'm trying to calm things!

Own up to what you did!

- Son of a bitch! - Say sorry and be done with it.

Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you? Where'd you come from?

Who the fuck are these assholes?

All this fuss over a punch... You're ridiculous.

He's drunk...

- Fuck off. - Shut up.

Cosimo, wait.

- Why'd you punch me? - I didn't.

- You punched me. - I didn't call her "hot stuff".

- See ya. - You're not gonna help your friend?

Nice...

Call Lorenzo, tell him there's a problem.

Hell no, I'm not talking to Lorenzo.

- It's ringing. - No.

Be a good sport.

Lorenzo and Federico

- Come on, Federico. - Just five more minutes.

It's late.

Let me sleep.

Get up, it's late.

Wake up, Federico!

For fuck's sake, the same story every morning.

Piss off.

Goddamn, look at me.

My brother the hairdresser...

Let me doll you up.

You're applying it wrong.

Mom was right, you sure are dumb.

- You're fucking laughing? - Love you too.

Jesus, taking a shower with you is impossible.

- You're such a pain. - C'mon, it's cold.

Cold? It's 200 degrees!

Knock it off.

We're in the homestretch, at turn 8.

Dovizioso is still in the lead ahead of Quartararo and Viñales.

No!

Morbidelli has crashed.

It's Zarco's fault.

It's like he braked on purpose.

He didn't want to let him pass.

He passed him by a whisker!

Just a hundredth of a second!

Good boy.

Where's Rocco?

Rocco?

Come here.

What's that smell? What are you cooking, Mom?

Morning, sweetie.

Enough!

Mom, need you to cut my nails tonight.

Wash your feet then!

You're 30 and Mom's still cutting your nails?!

As Grandma said...

Work like you'll live forever,

but know you could die today.

Mommy's champ!

Same old story.

- Let me taste it. - Go away.

Don't touch the sauce with those dirty hands.

Let me taste it!

Hands off!

How dare you?!

You're hurting me.

Fuck off!

Don't touch your dad.

Mom...

Don't...

Go sit down!

How dare you? Get out of here, you loser!

Go sit down.

Get that air conditioner fixed.

And don't let that loser touch this money!

You'd be screwed without welfare!

Loser!

Enough, for fuck's sake! Go sit down.

- You damn drunk. - Get lost.

Sit down now.

Enough!

Go back to cooking, that's all you're good at.

Hey dumbass, you're on welfare too.

Fuck you, Federico!

- Holy cow! - So did I shaft you?

- You sure treat yourselves. - I'm treating you!

Where's Vittorio?

In there.

Hey.

The long carrots are coming in next week.

No worries, I sell the short ones.

Nobody wants the long ones at my parties.

Take that mask off, it ain't Halloween.

It's 'cause my boss is having a fit,

he's paranoid about Covid.

Guard up.

Aggressive.

Good.

Attack!

Combos!

Defend yourself!

Attack!

Fucker!

I'll break your knee!

Perfect heartbeat.

- The profile... - Look how small he is!

The profile looks normal.

You can see his arm in front of his face, how cute!

Now let's measure the circumference of the head.

And the biparietal diameter.

Doc, I have a question.

How do you know these things?

I mean, how can you measure him without measuring him?

It's an estimate, Lorenzo, not an absolute value.

- Okay, but he's fine, right? - Yes, don't worry.

An estimate, babe, like the doctor said.

It was just a question...

He's my son after all.

You're right.

Are you happy?

Amazing.

Want a drink?

Yeah, to cool down the baby too.

You need to shut the fuck up or I'll beat you up!

- You shitty Egyptian! - No!

- You bastard! - I swear I was gonna pay up!

- Here. - Why are you all sweaty?

What do you mean? It's like 50 degrees out.

- Do you have your dad's car? - No way...

Get your dad's car otherwise forget about it.

If you show up with that tricycle, they won't even let us in. Okay?

- Hey, Cosimo! - Rossella!

What's up?

I'm a mess.

It's Saturday, I wanna get drunk even on toilet water.

How's the peanut?

In The Critique of Pure Reason, a problem comes up.

Kant states that freedom,

although necessary to uphold the validity of morality,

cannot be demonstrated in the phenomenal world,

as it's governed by the principle of cause and effect.

Onofri, if you don't mind, can you go see who it is?

Boys, try not to tire yourselves out too much.

Save your energy.

On that phone again!

Professor, the police are here.

- What did you kids do now? - Actually, they're here for you.

Okay...

- Sugar? - No.

I drink my coffee black too.

- Here. - Thanks.

How is it?

It'd be better with milk.

You Neapolitans think nobody makes coffee as good as you.

I didn't say that.

- But it is true. - See!

Soon to be a grandpa...

How do you feel?

Old.

Do you get along with your son-in-law?

My son-in-law...

Rossella is head over heels in love.

- If she's happy, I'm happy. - Right.

Know what he does?

- He has a produce store. - Oh please...

You believe that?

Why?

Are you telling me an intelligent man like you

really thinks they buy those fancy watches and cars

selling fruits and vegetables?

Wake up!

Are you playing dumb?

Muscles and tattoos don't make someone a criminal,

a killer, a thug.

Apparently, you're no better than those bigots in town.

I don't like the tone you're using.

We've been investigating the twins for a while.

I'm talking about drugs, trafficking, extortion.

That produce store you mentioned

is a cover.

It seems he and his brother killed an ex-boxer from Ponza.

They didn't just kill him, first they beat him senseless,

then they threw him off the roof where he was working.

"It seems..."

Nothing but assumptions.

There are certainties as well, but they're delicate.

They drive around the area in their car

and meet with shopkeepers.

In that car with them...

is your daughter Rossella.

But she never gets out. She waits inside or has a smoke.

The Special Unit thinks she's their lookout.

They have pictures.

Rossella's a good girl.

She can be childish at times, but...

I never held her back,

not out of distraction...

or lack of interest...

But out of principle.

Out of...

consistency.

Ludovico, do what you need to do.

Do what you think is right.

And now...

do me a favor...

and leave.

Who the fuck am I, Rambo?!

Did you see that?

Meet my little friend, AR-15.

It has a 20-round mag,

automatic assault rifle.

It may look like an M16, but it's an AR-15.

This here, along with nine others, disappeared from the assembly line.

Where'd they go?

Your buddy Cosimo has them.

So...

You give me 12K...

and you can sell them for twice as much. You'll make a killing.

Federico, you listening?

Do you think we're idiots? Do you?

No.

Then cut the bullshit.

Set up that barrel so I can test this rifle.

- Gimme. - I'll set up the barrel.

Holy shit, that shot I took was like,

what do you call it... a sniper!

It's time to get rid of this fucker...

This barrel's covered in shit, what do you want me to do?

How'll I move it? This is gross.

Come see.

What's up?

Come here.

What?

- Wow. - What?

Careful, if it gets spooked it'll go apeshit and attack.

How much does it weigh?

70 kilos I'd say.

No, more.

- It's huge. - Check it out.

Go get my boxing gloves.

Sure thing.

Grab it.

- What the... - Let's have some fun.

Fuck that.

- Count me out. - Did you hear my brother?

Grab that fucking thing and hold it up.

Here's the ice cream.

Lorenzo brought it.

He brought strawberries to put on top

and that canned whipped cream Rossella likes.

Thanks, babe.

- Dad? - No, thanks.

Here.

Take some.

You don't want ice cream, Prof?

Prof?

No...

I prefer artisanal ice cream.

This is made with freeze-dried mixes.

It's still ice cream, isn't it?

Yes, it's good.

But it's not good quality.

Prof, the ice cream parlor was closed, this was all I could find.

Lorenzo,

quality...

isn't arbitrary.

It's always the result of an intelligent effort.

Babe...

You know...

I read something about American parmigiano cheese.

And?

That parmesan...

These fucking Americans put an "Italian Quality" sticker on it.

To fool the people, of course.

Because they don't have the right climate to make it.

But this got me thinking.

Quality, the one you're talking about,

is just a word.

It's a sticker that gets placed on top.

And people like you take the bait.

While people like me eat it up.

Babe, show Dad your tattoo.

Oh, right! Surprise!

Happy?

- He'll be named after you. - How sweet.

Happy?

Like it, Dad?

You shouldn't have.

All right, let's eat this ice cream.

Hitting it ain't gonna help.

Don't fuck around!

My dad's gonna kill me. Look what you did.

Tell him someone drove into you,

an eraser will get rid of it.

My dad won't believe it.

Wait here. They're here.

You whistled? Am I your fucking dog?

- You're more like a beast. - What do you want?

See that guy?

The splotchy guy?

He's been nagging me about wanting to work with you. What'll I tell him?

He's worthless to us.

I've been thinking...

If the shit hits the fan...

he can take the blame.

Could be useful.

All right.

One wrong move and I'll drown him in the toilet.

I'll help you do it!

Be right in, let's rage!

We're stuck with that dumbass 'cause of you.

Wait, I have to take your temperature.

Mine? Measure hers, she's in heat.

Gimme a break.

September 6, 2020 2:45 a.m.

Guess what?

- I'm gonna be a dad. - How cool.

Yeah.

Dad...

what's wrong?

Nothing.

Hey?

Hey?

When's the bus coming? Are you waiting?

- No, we're leaving. - How rude.

- Get lost, shithead. - Screw you.

I'm taken anyway...

Look how pretty my girl is, she's not a hag like you.

Fuck that.

- Rossella! - Why isn't Lorenzo picking up?!

Where the fuck is Lorenzo? I need to talk to him.

Calm down, I'm drunk.

Who are you mixed up with? What are you doing?

I don't want to be dragged into your shit.

What shit?

You guys are doin' shit!

Asshole...

He loves you even if he's with her, okay?

Her, who?

I'm drunk, I don't know what I'm saying.

Her, who? Who?!

Fuck you.

- Gotcha, dickface! - Careful.

Careful, Jesus.

I fucked up.

Cosimo, what do you want?

Rosella's pissed, call her.

- What did you tell her? - Nothing.

- You suck at lying. - I didn't say a word.

Come get us, we have a problem with the car.

It's a long story...

There are ten guys acting crazy, if fists start flying, it'll get ugly...

Listen up, we'll come when we're good and ready.

You punched me!

Enough, let's go. C'mon, babe.

- I've got a cast! - I'm gonna leave.

- Then leave, fuck you. - Shithead.

Let's go, Romina.

- Drive me home? - I told you...

Please drive me home.

- Michelle, what's wrong? - Willy! Total chaos.

Christian's fighting with a guy who called me "hot stuff".

He's going apeshit, can you talk to him?

Relax, I'll handle it.

Well?

How much longer will it be? I'm starving.

- You're taking forever. - Quit complaining, sis.

Masterpieces take time.

Oh, is this MasterChef?

- Yeah. - Holy cow!

- Hello, Jaqueline! - Hello, Franca.

- Your son just got home. - Thanks.

Here she is.

Hi, Mom. How was work?

Hello, my darlings.

What's up?

- It's boiling out. - You're all sweaty.

- I bought some groceries. - Thanks, Mom.

Fresh stuff.

Your daughter doesn't even help with the bags.

Jesus, all you do is pick on me.

- She didn't offer to help. - No...

- Ass-kisser. - Watch your language.

- Sit down, get ready to be wowed. - Yeah, right.

Wowed...

I'll be wowed in a bad way.

Check this out, Mom.

For you, with love.

For you, 'cause I had to.

Who puts mint and pecorino on pasta with garlic and oil?!

It's my version!

- The poor man's MasterChef. - Whatever. Well, Mom?

You know I don't like these things...

But I'll try it.

Good.

- She'll say it's good to make you happy. - Maria!

- You're eating it. - Just one bite.

Sure...

How is it?

Well?

- It's good. - All right.

Finally, someone appreciates me!

- I don't like it. - Eat up!

- Kids! - Eat it.

Enough!

- Mom... - Yes?

- Everything okay? - Yes, honey.

- You sure? - Yes.

- You're tired? - A little.

You seem sad, what's going on?

I'm just tired.

Mom, if you're sad then I'm sad.

Don't worry about me.

I'm fine, honey.

Want to come to the beach tomorrow?

How come?

'Cause you seem down.

We can spend the day together.

How are things at the restaurant?

- Fine. - Really?

Don't lie to your mamma.

- I know. - I see through you.

Why don't you hang out with our community anymore?

I have other interests.

Plus, I'm working. I come home late and I'm tired.

When you were a kid you had fun running around in that room.

Tell you what...

if you promise to come to the beach with me tomorrow,

I promise I'll come hang out with the community.

- You're my pride and joy. - I know.

Mamma loves you, I want the best for you.

- Me too. - You're my world.

Don't cry.

C'mon...

Okay.

What happened?

You know what...

Tell me.

You made me soup up the tailpipe and the ECU.

- It cost me three months' pay. - Bro, listen...

I did all that work for you.

Next time I won't even bother.

That ECU got you up to 180 horsepower!

I wanted 18-inch rims.

Please...

I wanna cruise around like a badass.

I'm Sebastiano, your friend who knows a thing or two about cars,

and I will not put 18-inchers on that econobox.

- Says who? - Me.

'Cause this car will become a hang-glider and you'll go flying.

So these rims cost 300 each?

- Jesus... - You're shafting me.

- Sebastiano's shafting you? - Some friend!

Sebastiano will show you the list price.

- Show me. - I'll show you.

What nerve.

See for yourself.

- So did I shaft you? - Holy cow!

- You sure treat yourselves. - I'm treating you!

Asshole.

- Where's Vittorio? - In there.

I'll crush you!

Yes!

- I look like shit. - Don't worry.

- What'll it be? - You decide.

Tonight we want nothing but loose, rude, and wild girls.

Loose girls are all you can get.

Still bitter about last week? I'll give you a kiss if you want.

I bought me some Jordan 1...

- You can flip them Jordans for stacks. - What's that mean?

- Alessandro, what did he say? - Use Google Translate with him.

- I don't know what he said. - I don't understand him.

While we're at it, do my beard too.

- All right, want eucalyptus balm too? - Wait for it...

- Depends, does it cost more? - You're such a tightwad!

- Knock it off. - Cheapo!

Such a tightwad!

Spend a little.

This is him with his short arms.

Christian, you haven't said a word in days.

- How are things with Michelle? - We're meeting up tonight.

You're not coming with us tonight?

No, tonight's our last dinner.

- Then you'll be crucified? - Last dinner!

Christian, so you're saying

she wants to go out to dinner to dump you

and you have to pay for it?

Mr. Tightwad...

- No way! - Unbelievable!

You have deep pockets and short arms!

- Spend some money. - Right!

Hey, guys...

Oysters, shrimp, and champagne for fuck's sake!

Hey, guys.

- Can I say something? - Go ahead.

- Talk. - I think Alessandro's right.

Don't bother with a fancy dinner, take her out for pizza.

- Please! - 10 euros at Franchino's...

You'll make Michelle happy without breakin' the bank.

Why bother with a fancy dinner? Forget about it.

Right?

Can someone translate for me? I didn't understand a word.

Go, Willy!

Pass!

Ball!

Go!

Willy Wonka, some shampoo for blondes?

- What they say is true, Willy. - What?

Black people are only good at track and field.

And we're huge.

Look at that dick!

With a little water Free Willy comes to life!

- A dolphin... - Dolphin?!

Ginetto, you're a shithead.

Pass me the ball next time, I had an open shot.

Still going on about that?

I didn't think you'd make the shot!

Quit thinking. You're a cop's son and Neapolitan,

and you can't even play soccer.

Thanks to Ginetto we had enough players this time.

This time?

You mean you've played before?

No, no way...

The way you nailed that ball with your belly was too funny.

Quit body shaming...

Come here, lemme give you a kiss!

Leave him alone.

- I have a question. - What?

Why are you still wearing that AS Roma shirt?

Here's my answer: mind your own fucking business.

Name AS Roma's lineup.

I can be a fan without memorizing the lineup.

He's right. You're hetero but don't know what pussy looks like.

How are things at work with Renato?

I don't want to talk about it.

Why?

We're hanging now.

All the more reason, talk.

Go on.

I don't want to make sauce forever, I think I've got talent.

He's always holding me back, I think he's jealous.

It makes me insane.

"Hotshot, go get me this, make the demi-glace.

Hotshot, fetch me a knife." I wanna punch him!

I bet.

- So what are you gonna do? - Find a new job.

But you went to hospitality school just for this, you can't leave.

- But I can't take it anymore. - He made a good point for once.

Can't you talk to someone higher up?

To that chef...

- Chef Tocai? - Yes.

That place isn't a diner.

It has two Michelin stars. Two!

- So you can't talk to the chef? - No, I can't.

One part brawn, one part brains.

And three parts dumbass...

- Jokes aside, you know what? - What?

You play Mister Chef but you've never cooked me anything!

You can't tell baba ghanoush from béchamel!

What a waste!

Who gives a shit about baba ghanoush, I eat to survive.

- Yeah right, you're a twig. - Fuck you.

Ignore this fucker and listen to me.

- You got skills? - Yes.

- For real? - Yes.

Then don't bother telling us, go tell that Chef Tocai.

There are no freebies in life, bro.

- He's right. - Yeah.

After those wise words, I'm out of here.

- Later. - Later.

See you online later.

- Yeah. - Cool.

Let's roll!

Two "Current Traces" menus, one gluten and lactose free.

Yes, Chef!

- Ready? - On the pass in a minute.

This is good, this isn't.

- Clean up that mess. - Yes, Chef.

- Now! - Yes, Chef.

Stop, stop, stop!

Hotshot...

This is how we do the emulsifying.

- Got it, sweetie? - Yes, Chef.

- Protein on the pass. - Yes, Chef.

- Protein on the pass now! - Yes, Chef.

Yes, Chef?

- Chef, can we talk? - Be quiet, Hotshot.

- Garnish on the pass. - Yes, Chef.

Behind you.

You didn't open these? You didn't open these?

Gimme one more fuck-up, just one more fuck-up...

- Back to your station. - Yes, Chef.

Behind you.

- Chef, can we talk? - Later.

When will the Chawanmushi be on the pass?

- Five minutes. - Thanks.

Chef, I was thinking about changing up one of the mains.

The oil-poached cod with lemon beurre blanc and basil chlorophyll.

You were thinking?

- How old are you? - I'm 22.

At 22 you don't think, you execute.

- Back to work, Hotshot. - Chef Tocai would approve...

Two spaghettis and a tamale, now!

- On the pass in a minute. - Chef Tocai would approve.

My idea respects the dish and evolves it.

- Evolves it? - Yes.

Tocai created that dish 5 years ago.

He was 55 and had Michelin stars.

Don't you think he would've "evolved" the dish if he wanted to?

That's why you don't talk at 22, you shut your mouth and execute.

Get to work, Hotshot.

Chef, I think my idea is valid and you know it

but you won't tell Chef Tocai because you're envious.

Take off that apron and get back on the dinghy that brought you here.

Hotshot, I'm from Rome.

Where are you going?

- Finish this. - Yes, Chef.

Where are you going?

Get over here!

Get over here!

Chef, may I speak to you?

I'm sorry.

- Yes? - Well...

Chef, I had an idea about the oil-poached cod dish.

What?

Instead of lemon beurre blanc, I'd like to use pil-pil sauce,

which is cod collagen extract.

I know what pil-pil sauce is, the problem is that's very...

Milan 2016.

Just two days ago, Ruth Reichl, in The New York Times,

called that the most innovative period in contemporary cuisine.

I was thinking about extracting the cod collagen

by cooking it sous-vide instead of in oil.

And adding shiso, black lemon, charred spring onion, and chervil.

And instead of wafers, cod skin chips.

- Who's on the pass? - Me.

Forgive us. We're so sorry.

- Come on! - Sorry, Chef...

You don't even want to try it out?

No, I have 40 covers tonight and you're not paid to try things out.

Go.

Renato, you and I will talk later.

Yes, sorry, Chef.

Move it!

You hate me? I'll give you a real reason to hate me now.

Get to work.

September 6, 2020 2:45 a.m.

For sale: Golf GT 2016.

Check it out!

Looks like my creations!

Pearl white, black rims, souped up tailpipe.

Look at how pristine it is! It's a museum, not a car!

How much does that museum cost?

- 22K. - What?!

- 22K, guys. - You're a real dumbass.

I showed you that Mercedes 3 Series for 13K.

Are you for real?

Are you for real?

You're comparing 230 horsepower, FWD, 0-100 in 6.4 seconds

with a 180 horsepower piece of junk that's diesel too?!

Horsepower aside,

you can only afford one of them.

- Ginetto's right. - Fuck you all.

Gimme a cigarette.

- Hey, guys. - Are you new?

- Brand new. - Who sent you here?

- Can I ask what your name is? - Why?

So I can name my dream tonight.

Damn, what a poet! Here's an idea...

Go home, jerk off, and then go to sleep.

Snap!

- Damn! - She roasted you.

- What'll it be? - A bucket of Negroni.

Gin and Tonic, made by your hands.

- My hands... - Geez.

Enough!

- The little guy? - Have something classic tonight.

- What? - What?

First some vodka, then Campari with white vermouth,

and three limoncello shots.

So you can crawl back home to your father.

You'll be like this...

- He looks worried. - Come on!

- Bring it on! - Yeah!

Bring it on.

Willy, lemme post this story.

What are you drinking?

Negroni for the Negro. Boom!

Dang, it's good.

Limoncello for you.

Don't give it too much thought, drink and you'll grow.

- All for me? - Yes.

Don't smell it, drink it. Go on!

Don't smell it, drink it.

- Do it. - One.

Two...

Down the hatch!

- Two. - Last one.

- Here, guys. - Thanks.

- Here, Ginetto. - Another round.

Come on!

- Last one. - Three more.

More!

- What's this? - Don't worry.

Let me see the whole thing.

Look at him, he's a mess. Open your eyes.

You're a mess.

Quit laughing.

Alessandro, you okay?

Yeah.

- Got something to say? - No.

Sure?

- Something's up. - I said I'm fine.

Talk to us.

Guys...

We can tell something's up.

Something happened this morning.

I went home after work.

I walked into my building and heard people screaming.

I looked out on the terrace...

I saw this junkie who got out of jail a week ago...

He shot himself in the face because he'd asked to stay with his mom,

who's a junkie too,

but they wouldn't let him for precautionary reasons.

For precautionary reasons.

And this made me think about my mom.

I miss her.

Can you believe it?

Just three months ago we were locked at home 'cause of Covid.

They can't expect me to be a Kikomoro now.

Hikikomori, dummy.

Whatever the fuck the word is.

What I mean is...

at our age, we should be with our friends.

Like this.

Live it up tonight and go wild, Ginetto.

What's going on? Willy Smith had an awakening?

Well, today...

Today?

Today I argued with Renato.

- Really? - Yeah.

What happened?

- Well... - Hold on.

Lemme answer this.

- Who is it? - Christian.

Can you hear me?

I'm at Futura.

Futura?

Why's he there?

Chill out.

- He and Michelle fell out. - Oh great.

She was flirting with a guy at Futura.

Hey...

Chill out, quit yelling.

He's going nuts.

Don't do anything stupid, you sound wasted.

I said I'm fine, I'm fucking fine.

- What about Renato? - Well?

- Tell you later. - C'mon, tell us.

He's going to get into trouble, let's go.

Fine, let's go. Ginetto?

- C'mon. - We're off.

Ginetto!

- I'm gonna puke. - You'll feel better in the car.

No way! No way!

Cosimo, I swear to God, I'll come there and tear off your balls.

It's Vittorio, not Cosimo. Don't flip out, listen.

We're outside of Futura. You need to come here right away.

20 guys are clobbering Cosimo and Maurizio.

They're armed.

Really?

Be right there.

30 guys are clobbering Cosimo and his dumbass friend.

- Let's go! - We'll be right there.

Don't leave me here with these corpses!

Forget that skank.

- Well? - He's coming.

You're like me... all alone.

- Shithead. - Gimme that.

Again!

Let's go.

Let's go, I'm sick of this, hope they clobber him.

We can never have a night out.

- I want to go home. - I told you.

Willy's here.

- Michelle, what's wrong? - Willy.

Total chaos.

Christian's fighting with a guy who called me "hot stuff".

Can you talk to him? Calm him down.

- Please, Willy. - Relax, I'll handle it.

You're so pathetic I don't even want to hit you.

You didn't even stop to see if he was okay.

- He has a cast! - Who gives a shit.

He punched me in the face.

Calm down.

- He's a shithead. - Let it go.

Calm down!

Get off me!

Look at me, cool it.

Let it go, bro.

Calm down, look at me.

We got it wrong, okay?

Yeah.

- He made a mistake. - What mistake?

- He made a mistake. - Okay.

Happy now?

Your girl's ass is...

Fucker! I'll slaughter you!

- I'll slaughter you! - Calm down!

It was a joke!

You pig!

It was a joke.

Now what?

Rossella, now's not the time. I'll call you later.

- You made a mistake. - I was drunk before.

200 of you riled up for nothing.

- Quit busting our balls. - You made a mistake.

We made a mistake.

Everything cool now?

Talk to him.

Ask your friend, not me.

Put that phone down and let's go!

Your dad said what?

- Let's all go home. - I'm not drunk anymore.

- Enough, it's over. - Let's all go home.

Put that phone down!

The twins are here!

Cool it!

Fucker!

What the fuck!?

Stop it! They have nothing to do with it!

Stop it!

Anyone else?

C'mon!

Let me go!

Let me in!

Stop them, help!

Why are you in here?

Go, go!

Shitheads!

Willy?

- Willy! - Willy, what's wrong?

He's shaking...

Willy...

He's unconscious!

Call an ambulance!

Turn him over.

Turn him over.

He can't breathe like this!

He can't breathe!

Make room!

Call an ambulance!

Call an ambulance!

Some water!

September 6, 2020 3:15 a.m.

I took a punch!

Federico, you bashed them all...

Chill out.

Maurizio's having a blast.

Fucking hell!

You showed that nigger...

You floored him, you massacred him.

Cosimo...

Do me a favor.

What?

- Keep these. - What the hell?

Keep 'em.

- Why are you giving me your rings? - They're bothering me.

You want to place the blame on me!

No, just take 'em.

- No way, I'm no fool. - You were involved too.

Federico...

I kicked him once and slapped him, just one slap.

Bullshit, you rat! Trying to play innocent?

This dickhead started it all...

- Me? - You called her "hot stuff".

Enough with this shit. You've been messing with me all night.

- You pissed her off. - You're a rat too.

- Quit blaming me. - Shithead.

You used him like a punching bag.

Look who's talking! You kicked someone viciously.

- You bastard! - You're making that up!

- This asshole is to blame. - That's not true.

You punched him like crazy!

Now she's here too?!

Babe?!

- Lorenzo, c'mon. - Federico, don't bust my balls.

Babe, why are you here?

- Calm down. - I know you're a piece of shit!

What did you do?!

What did you do?!

What did you do?!

- It's all your fault. - Whatever.

It's not your fault...

He wanted to tell us about what happened at work.

Hello, Sergeant.

Sergeant...

Hello.

They parked in the tow-away zone in the square.

Look...

- How long did it take? - Forty seconds total.

Those fuckers.

What the heck's going on?

- They're the witnesses. - Jesus...

Where should I put them?

Deal with it and keep an eye on my son.

- Where are the other four? - Upstairs.

The sergeant offered us coffee

and now he's bringing us croissants.

I'd kill for Franchino's croissants with cream...

Enough with this bullshit, I'm getting a headache.

Relax, we just beat up some kids.

We'll be out in no time.

I can't take it.

I want to sleep.

Federico, lemme show you something.

Go ahead.

Want some water?

Sure, thanks.

I'll go get it downstairs, I'll take the escalator.

Jesus...

- I'll bash the captain. - Cut it out.

Now I'll show you something.

- Go ahead. - Keep watching... ready?

Captain...

I'll clean up, let me just go grab the broom.

Having fun?

We've been here forever.

And it's hot.

- I'll turn the AC on. - Now?

- Why didn't you do it before? - You're right, sorry.

Could I have a glass of water?

Would you like sparkling or still?

I'll get both.

Since you're so spoiled.

Pick it up, please.

Sit down.

- Need anything? - Yes.

I need to sleep, Sergeant.

- You'll leave soon. - Good.

In a bit.

In a bit...

we'll leave.

The kid is dead.

Not laughing anymore?

Sergeant, don't play these games with us.

From here on out,

you need to shut up.

Eyes to the ground.

To the ground, I said!

Good.

That's better.

- I have to call my mom. - Me too.

Call them and tell them to bring sweats.

You'll need them in jail.

So you can take off those dumb shirts.

Sit up.

He tried to help a friend.

- My condolences. - Thanks.

My son...

SEE YOU ONLINE

GOODBYE, MY ANGEL

Chef, you don't even want to try it out?

No, I have 40 covers tonight

and you're not paid to try things out.

Go.

You hate me?

I'll give you a real reason to hate me now. Get to work.

Hands on the pass.

- Spaghetti? - Ready, Chef.

I said 30 seconds.

- Can you count? - Yes, Chef.

Let me hear you, just kidding.

Hands!

An excellent bouquet... to be paired with fish.

Let me present our famous oil-poached cod.

With lemon beurre blanc and...

and basil chlorophyll.

Bon appétit.

Enjoy.

How dare you!

- How dare you!? - Don't touch me.

- You're done here. - Chef, look.

This isn't the dish we ordered.

Excuse me...

You're dead.

What did the guest say?

It wasn't the dish she ordered.

Know what that door is for?

To separate that world from this one.

People out there wait two years to come here,

photograph and post what they order.

Not to eat it or even understand it.

And that's fine.

It's not our problem if they can't tell baba ghanoush from béchamel.

Our problem is in here.

In here everything matters.

Cooking is a science.

Every day...

we try to turn it into art.

Not for stars or articles,

but because we've chosen to be on this side of the door.

And we have two choices, folks.

Either improve...

or quit.

For me...

"good enough" doesn't exist.

You didn't notice the dish had been changed,

you sent it out.

On the other hand, I tried it...

and liked it.

But now we have a problem.

Because I have to fire you both.

You for not checking.

And you for doing things your way.

I'm in charge here.

Don't like it, open your own restaurant.

Sorry, Chef. I'll grab my things and leave.

I think if we used tarragon...

What?

I think if we used tarragon

instead of chervil...

it would be more interesting, in my opinion.

The dish would stand out.

That's what you'll do on Monday as my new sous-chef.

Allez!

Hey...

No more fucking up.

Yes, Chef.

Willy...

Following Willy's murder,

Justice Minister Bonafede increased penalties for brawls.

That law is known as "Willy's Law".

On March 14, 2025, the Appeals Court upheld Marco Bianchi's life sentence

and the 28-year sentence for his brother Gabriele.

Francesco Belleggia and Mario Pincarelli received 23 and 21 years in prison.

President Mattarella awarded Willy a Gold Medal for Civil Valor

for his altruism and sensitivity, rewarding his exceptional courage.

BYE, WILLY

JUSTICE FOR WILLY

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