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Once upon a time, there was,
or better yet, there still is,

a tiny village tucked away
in the hills of Tuscany.

Belvedere, a love-struck little town…

YOU ARE AND WILL ALWAYS BE
THE BEST GIFT I'VE EVER HAD

…where falling in love isn't optional.

Why? Heck if I know!
Because this is a fairy tale.

All you need to know is that in Belvedere,

the few, scratch that, the very few
who still haven't found love

have no choice but to dream about it
and hunt it down in every corner,

never giving up.

And yet, in this enchanted little town,

there lives someone
who could not care less about love.

Who is it?

Elisa, the princess in our story.

Though she's no princess,
and her place isn't exactly a castle.

And the prince?
Don't worry, he's here too. Michele.

Elisa couldn't care less about princes,

but he's all about princesses.

No Place to be Single

-Morning.
-Morning.

Hi, Mom. Hi, Giada.

-Hi.
-Stop touching everything.

I have something important to tell you,
but you can't tell anyone.

-Hey, did you hear?
-Depends. What exactly?

About Pellani.

They say he's got himself a mistress.

Fresh-picked apples! So tasty!

Why are you shouting?

Does his wife know?

If Dante pulled that on me,
he'd get an earful!

Okay, leave it be.
Let karma take care of it.

Give me a break. Karma?
This is straight-up cheating.

Anyway, I already knew.

He came in for a shave

-and he got a text from "Pizzeria."
-Pizzeria.

-It said, "I want you so much."
-Really?

So, if privacy matters to you,
get your hair done at home.

-Fine.
-She's no fun.

-Mom, I'm going to Roberto's.
-Okay.

Listen to this…

My shutters need to be fixed.

-Yeah, right.
-Is that what we're calling it now?

Roberto's a cutie,
a little on the skinny side.

-And he's loaded too!
-I got it, Mom. Cute and rich.

Do you still have those shutters in stock?
Mine gave out again.

Sure, I have plenty. I can come over
and install them for you.

I can do it myself.

But I appreciate the offer.

All right, another day, then.
We could go for a walk, we'll just…

"We'll just."

"We'll just."

-Bye, Roberto.
-Bye, Elisa.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Coffee?

Thank you.

And some sugar. There you go.

Want to have lunch together later?

Can't, we've got aquafit at 2:00.

Who is that?

-Carlo. Nice to meet you. I'm his brother.
-Was he here last night?

Yes, but don't worry,
I didn't hear anything.

You do aquafit?

Of course. To the right,
forward, and done.

I'm late, actually. I've gotta…

-Should I go get changed?
-Yes.

-Aquafit?
-It was the first thing that came to mind.

What happened to the checkup
outside Milan?

I felt like changing it up.

Someone woke up feeling creative.

Why don't you like Roberto?
He's such a sweetheart.

Have you ever noticed
he's got the same teeth as your dad?

Comparing Roberto to Dad
doesn't exactly help, Mom.

Giada, would you tell her
that Roberto's perfect for her?

He's cute, he's nice, a decent guy, sure,

but bit on the boring side, maybe…

I forgot. If they're not narcissists,
half-crazy, or mildly criminal,

you won't even consider them.

I have bad luck. What can I say?

Anyway, Roberto's just not my thing.
I don't have time. I work all day.

Well, we all have jobs.

Is that so?

Anyway, girls,
everything's better in pairs.

I have a daughter.

So what? Men come in handy.

They can change lightbulbs,
fix pipes, they know how to--

Open jars.

And they have tools we don't.

-Mom!
-Mom!

How about you go deliver the veggies
to the Count?

Come on.

The truth hurts, doesn't it?

Knock, knock, Count.

I brought you some kale, beets, turnips…

Not a lot of eggs.
The hens are lazy these days.

Have you had breakfast yet?

I'm tired. I'm stepping back.

The one who closes the best deal
gets all my shares and hits the jackpot.

The other one… goes home.

Michele, let's see if you've got balls
like your brother Giorgio did.

If he hadn't died, I'd have already
handed everything over to him.

Bye, boys.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye, Mr. Galli.

Get me the hell out of here.

It was gonna happen sooner or later.

It's not like he was ten.
But, hey, who knows?

Anyway, it's unclear what happened to him.

What happened to him, Ma? He was 90.

I'm almost finished.

-Thanks, we'll be right in.
-I'll be here.

Anyway, the bank called.

As we suspected, the Count had mortgaged
the villa to deal with his debts.

He didn't gamble away
the farmhouse and the land, though,

so we can keep managing everything
as agreed.

It depends on what the grandsons
want to do at this point.

-Excuse me.
-Duccio, what now?

Nothing. I just have some
wood samples for the coffin.

I was thinking cherrywood.

Something classy, like the Count.

-Or maybe ash--
-Ash is fine.

Ash, a plain, budget-friendly choice.

No one really looks at it anyway.

-Perfect.
-I'll go now.

-Thank you.
-Thanks.

-What grandsons?
-The Count's grandsons

They used to spend summers here
when Mom and Auntie were kids.

Then Giorgio, the oldest, passed away,
and, you know…

life happens.

Maybe the grandsons will decide
to invest in the estate.

Or sell it and throw us out.

It doesn't make sense to invest
in a place that's falling apart.

Okay, it does need some fixing up.

-Back again.
-What is it now?

I have the total.

All right, full package…

3,500 euros.

Who's gonna cover it?

Are you sure you have to work?

Yes, it's very important.

I need an idea, or I'm out of the company.

Let's talk about it over dinner.

Michi. Michi. Hi!

Our uncle passed away.

Of course.

-It's a bit of a sensitive situation.
-Sure, sorry.

-No worries.
-Sorry about that.

-I'll call you.
-Okay.

Thanks.

That was a grim one.

I wasn't lying.
Our great-uncle, the Count, he's dead.

And we're his sole heirs.

Us?

He hasn't given us anything in 20 years.

So, that house where we used
to play as kids, it's ours now.

Come on, Michi.

"Come on" what, Carlo?

-Actually, it's the bank's.
-Sure.

But the rest is ours.

The rest? You mean that rundown old shack?

But it was on a big plot of land,
wasn't it?

I don't remember. I think so.

Big enough to fit a golf course?

That was really specific.

Hello? Mr. Galli.

I wonder if they're single.

As long as they're rich.

You'll see, they'll be the next Count.

But if they're as ugly as he was…

I wasn't being clear.

-It only matters that they're rich.
-Exactly.

-Stop gossiping.
-Shut up, you.

Poor things, what bad luck.

First their parents, then their brother,
and now their great-uncle.

-Please, God, let them be hot.
-You mean the Count's grandsons?

Are you kidding me? The Count was
hot as hell when he was young.

Word is all the ladies in town
fell in love with him.

We got around a bit ourselves.

Just kidding.

Orazio, leave the guy alone, huh?

-Are you texting your mom?
-Grandma, mind your own business.

Where's Elisa?

Where's Elisa?

How should I know?

Girls, keep it light, okay?
Life's heavy enough as it is.

Oh, my God!

-Sorry!
-Sorry, my ass! Pay attention.

Don't sneak around behind doors.

-Hold on, let me see.
-God, it hurts.

-Let me see. Sit.
-It hurts!

Fuck. Is it broken?

Elisa!

Carlo.

Michele.

Man, you guys are so…

big… I mean, grown up.

It's good to see you.

What do you think? Should we go inside?

They're here?

Is that Giada?

She's stunning.

Yeah, really beautiful.

Everybody showed up.

Funerals are cathartic.

-Let's go see Carlo. Less competition.
-I like Michele.

I liked the cuter one too,
then I got stuck with your dad.

I am so sorry.

-Thank you.
-My condolences.

-We need to save them.
-Don't even think about it.

Hey, where's Linda?

I dunno.

Linda?

Your mom's looking for you.

Should we pick this up tonight?

Thanks, Simo. You're the best.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Does it still hurt?
-What?

Your nose, I mean. Does it…

Oh, no, I'm fine. Don't worry.

I'm glad.

That the Count died?

No, about your nose.
I mean… I'm glad to see you again.

I'm happy to see you again, too.

And I hope we'll do great things together.

-Yeah?
-Yeah, we could get a coffee sometime.

-Whenever you want.
-With Carlo, too.

-With Carlo. Yeah.
-Yeah, we can talk about Le Giuggiole.

You know that we still live there, right?

No…

I didn't know that.

Yes. We have the same deal
the Count had with my dad.

We work on the estate, sell the products,
and… then split the profits.

That might be too much info right now.
We can talk about it later.

It's just that I had some ideas…

Unless you guys are planning to sell.

-No, not at all.
-No?

-Sorry. I'm really sorry.
-No.

I'm just happy.

That the Count died?

Michi, I talked to Giada.

Michele, my boy,
look at you, all grown up.

Alfonso would've been so happy to see you.

But he left on a long trip.

A really, really, really long one.

-He died.
-Yes.

Mom, one mourning at a time.

Hey, Mom, what's up?

"Mom"?

Hi. I'm Linda, Elisa's daughter.

This is Michele.

And this is Carlo.

Elisa is single though.

What about you, Michele? Dating, married…

-I'm single.
-Good for you.

Same here.

Wrong answer, guys. You have no clue
where you've ended up.

I don't want to hear any excuses.
You're both staying at Le Giuggiole.

Oh, yeah? And where are we gonna put them?

Let's go.

Thanks, but you didn't have to
both give up your rooms.

-Exactly. We really didn't have to.
-What's the Wi-Fi password?

The Wi-Fi is spotty here.

It's okay in Linda's room
and in the backyard.

-Are we crowding the place?
-A little.

If you want, you can sleep in my bed.
I mean, your bed.

I'm not saying with me. I can sleep
on the couch near the entrance.

If nobody wants Elisa's room,
I'll take it.

Let's go.

-Need a hand?
-No.

You've reached the voicemail of--

GAS SERVICE
463,11 €

Found you, Carlo!

-Elisa! Elisa!
-Found you!

Elisa! Elisa!

What the…

Okay, you should be outside, chicken.

Out.

Well…

Linda?

Are you up?

Wait! Come on. Wait!

Out! Go! Fuck off!

Good morning.

Know where the eggs are?

Linda?

Linda!

Linda.

What's up, Mom?

Linda was just telling me
that after she graduates,

she wants to go to Australia.

Linda says a lot of things.
Where were you?

My bad. My bad.

I was noisy, she woke up,
so I asked if she wanted some breakfast.

Whose sweatshirt is that?

It's Michele's. I was a little chilly.

It's mine.

Want some eggs?

-Sure, but I'll take care of it.
-No, are you kidding me?

Have a seat, I got it.

Don't worry, sit down.

Sit down!

-Eggs, eggs!
-Here you go. Want one?

So, when you went to Australia,
did you see any animals?

Are you kidding me?
It was full of animals. Packed.

Packed.

Did you take any pictures?

Sure, yeah. Hold on. I'll show you. Here.

They're in a folder
called "Australia." There.

That one was really scary.

That is scary-looking.

That's the deadliest snake on the planet.

-Can I see?
-No!

Keep going.
That's me with an adorable koala.

Did you know that nearly
every koala has chlamydia?

Well, that one was a conscientious koala.

Listen, Michele.

Wanna take a walk
around the property with me?

I can tell you about my ideas.

I was gonna ask you the same thing.

Good. I'll get changed.
Wear something comfortable.

This is quite the walk.

You have to tell me your secret.

What secret?

How come my daughter likes you?

She hasn't liked me since she was 14.

What can I say?

Must be the Australia thing.
My explorer's charm.

I can't picture you exploring
in those shoes.

There's Treebeard.

Remember him?

It's a holm oak tree.

Older than me, you, my dad,
and the Count all put together.

When I feel overwhelmed, I come here,

and everything becomes clearer.

A healing tree.

Yes.

Imagine, when Linda was taking
her first steps, I was planting this.

Thyme, nice.

It's rosemary.

Well, they're similar.

-I mean, they're both green.
-Are those hills good for building?

Sure. But the regional authorities
make a big fuss over the permits.

Too bad.

Why? We don't have to build
anything there.

No. I'm just saying, if someone wanted
to build there, it wouldn't be…

Just saying.

Just saying.

Thanks. An apple a day…

It's a pomegranate.

-Just kidding.
-Okay.

How many hectares are there?

Three hectares of olive trees,
one of orchards, and the vineyard.

-Are you taking notes?
-I always jot everything down.

Is there any flatland?

Yeah, four hectares.

We should make it all farmable,
expand the vineyard and olive grove.

Of course, the water system needs
a complete overhaul.

-I think it just needs a little twist.
-No! Wait!

-Wait a sec! Hold on.
-You can't do that.

Just leave it… It's stuck now.
We have to shut it…

Get to the barn, run!

Okay. Come on.

Oh, my God.

We should get changed.

-You think so?
-I'd say so, yes.

Here.

-Put these on.
-Thanks.

I'm gonna go change over there.

I'm going.

So, how did it go with Paolo?

We were together all night.

-And?
-And?

And… nothing. It was nice.

Yeah! You owe me 50 bucks.

Wait, let's find out.

-We bet that you and Paolo would do it.
-No. I bet you guys wouldn't. And I won.

-She hasn't said it!
-She said, "It was nice."

Who says "It was nice"
if it's their first time? Right?

-We didn't do anything.
-Yes! Pay up.

All right then.
Does Paolo know you're still a virgin?

No. And he can't find out either.

He'd probably notice anyway
when he sees that I'm not good at it,

but I don't want to look
like a loser who hasn't done it yet.

I haven't done it yet.

But you're still figuring out
your sexuality.

Oh, fuck off.

All right, so what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna sleep with him
when I'm no longer a virgin.

Let me explain.

We're talking about ten hectares
of plains and hills.

I checked. Constantine has golf courses
all over the world except in Italy.

Bring him to see this place
before he heads off to America.

If we show him the place,
I'm sure he'll want to invest.

It's a fantastic place.
You could make a fortune here.

What are they planning?

They want to sell to an American who wants
to knock it down and build a golf course.

How can you cook at a time like this?

I'm nervous. It relaxes me.

That bastard wants to kick us out.
House, job, all gone.

This place is our whole world.
They want to take it from us.

So, what are we gonna do?

We have to stop him, but I don't know how.

Well… if you think about it,
there is one way.

You could mention that thing…

-No.
-What thing?

-Nothing, Mom.
-Seriously, girls, what's going on?

It's nothing.
Giada's just rambling. She's tired.

Or maybe you could persuade
Michele not to sell gently.

That might do you
some good, too, actually.

Never. Michele's an asshole. I hate him.

Carlo, though…

-No.
-Wait, just think about it.

They're co-heirs.
They have to both agree to sell.

If one refuses, the deal can't happen.

No. And besides, I'm busy.

Busy?

With who?

What crazy astrological combination
did you come up with this time?

I just have things to do.

Anyway, I don't do this kind of thing.

You don't have to sleep with him.

Just be nice to him.

Figure out how much time we have,
then let him know there's no rush to sell.

You live and work here too, okay?

I mean, you've been with some toads.

Mom!

It's true.

So, what do you say?

Sell it to the American.
You'll make a profit.

We'll both make a profit.

When he sees acres of empty land
in the middle Tuscany,

he'll pay any price.

We'll manage the profit margins
with the company, Galli will be pleased,

he'll sell me his shares…
We're gonna be rich.

You are.

No, trust me, with the money we make,
you'll be able to do anything.

You could make your dream come true.
What is it? Never working again.

Maybe you could even get yourself
an apartment in Milan.

I like living with you.

Me too.

We won't tell the girls?

No. They can't find out about this.

Galli says the American gets here
on Tuesday.

Besides, we don't want
to spoil the mood, do we?

-But why does it have to be me?
-It just makes more sense.

-But I don't want to.
-Please. Enough arguing.

You knock.

Room service.

-Yes, come in.
-Go on.

Maybe you could open the door…

-Hi.
-Good morning.

-Morning, Elisa.
-Morning.

Oh, he's here too.

We thought…

you might appreciate a little gesture,
you know, like a… a treat, basically.

-We don't deserve it.
-Yeah, definitely not.

You didn't have to do this. Thanks.

Carlo, Elisa gave me some errands
to run around town today.

Feel like coming with me?

Yeah, sure.

Maybe I'll put some pants on first.

-What about us?
-We're good. I have things to do.

Okay.

Hi.

Are you avoiding me?

No.

Did something happen?

No.

Okay, well, I'll give you a hand.

No.

Okay.

Hold her for me.

What do I do with her?

We meet again.

Oh, no! My new shoes…

Did you talk to your wife?

Tonight. I swear, babe. I'll talk to her.

Really?

-Carletto.
-Hi… Duccio.

So, how's it going?

There are rumors around town.

What rumors?

We don't have to worry about it anymore.

No.

-If you're talking to her tonight…
-Wasn't there a guy…

Wasn't some dude waiting for you outside?

I'm just thinking about you.
We've been here a while now.

Do you like it here?

-Yes.
-Milan is very different.

-Yeah. No, it's just that…
-It has a different kind of energy.

-Tonight.
-Tonight.

I love you.

Me too.

Tonight…

This place would fall to ruins without me.

Of course.

-Here I am!
-There she is.

Duccio. We were just
talking about the olives.

-Do you have plans?
-Yes.

Very nice. I'll leave you to it.
You two behave now.

-Bye, Duccio.
-Bye.

The hot chocolate's probably cold by now.

Thanks. But, actually,
I prefer it like this.

Wanna go for a walk?

-Yes.
-Okay.

-All set for tonight.
-Hey, guys.

-Hi.
-Did you get your tickets for the fair?

It's two-for-one for couples.

You two look great together.

-That's true.
-What do you think?

You tell me. I don't know
when you are heading back.

Sure, if it's before Tuesday, I'm in.

-Great. It's tonight.
-Good.

-How much is it?
-Ten.

-Thanks.
-Thank you.

We have until Tuesday.

After a long, careful chat
with your friendly chicken,

we have come to the conclusion

that you are, in fact, avoiding me.

Why don't you just go home already?

You sure you don't need me?

You know what?
Maybe I actually do need you.

At your service.

There's the manure
and there's the wheelbarrow.

Everything needs to be moved
behind the barn.

I told you to go home.

All right.

Let me get this straight,
you do all this by yourself?

Yes.

Every single day since my dad passed away.

We used to do it together.

When would you have finished without me?

Probably tomorrow.

Guess I was useful after all.

Kind of.

You know, I was never able to do that.

When we were kids, Giorgio, Carlo,
and I had this secret code.

Do you miss him?

Giorgio was the best brother ever.

After our parents passed away,
he took care of everything.

I never thanked him for that.

I'll never forgive myself.

Are we done here, boss?

We're finished out here.
Now we head to the cellar.

We have to do the top-up.

Hand me that.

There you go. What is it?

I told you, the top-up.

Which is?

Wood is alive.

It breathes.
Wine seeps out through its pores.

Every now and then you must top-up.

"I sip the wine,
and love's sorrow feels sweet."

"Yet the sweetness of wine
without love is dull."

What is it?

Is there something on my face?

You're all set now.

Do you actually read poetry,
or is it just to impress chicks?

-Both. Did it work?
-No.

I'm more the… proverb type.

Like?

Like…

"If you don't love ladies, wine, and tune,

"you're just a fool,
not a saint of the moon."

Well, then I'm a fool.

You don't like wine?

I don't like singing.

-Let's hear it.
-No I'm really… I'm very off-key.

-Go on.
-No, it's something I never do.

Come on, you can't be so off-key
that you can't even sing…

I just don't do it.
It makes me feel awkward.

You'd have to torture me
to get me to do it.

Say no more.

-Cheers.
-To what?

-To us.
-To us.

Can I ask you a personal question?

I've had enough to drink that I will
answer pretty much anything, I think.

Well… Linda's dad?

An Australian guy.

So that's why she's obsessed
with Australia.

-Exactly.
-So, you've been to Australia.

No, he was here on holiday.

It was a one-night thing, but…

Then, surprise, I found myself pregnant.

Does he know?

No. He lives on the other side
of the world.

I don't even remember his name.

And do you remember what my name is?

Of course.

Carlo.

Sorry, it's work. I have to take this.

Mr. Galli? Sure, I need to step out.
There's no signal here.

So, we need a plan.

Yeah, I need someone to practice with.

There's that guy from class 5C.
He's crazy about you.

Are you nuts? He can't be from Belvedere.
Everyone would find out instantly.

Right, I can imagine
what your mom will say.

"Hi, Mom, I'm off to Pisa
to lose my virginity. I'll be back soon."

The Count's grandson?
The guy who covered for you?

-Yuck. He's, like, 50.
-Hey.

And also, for once,
there's someone my mom likes… You know?

How long were you standing there?

I had to make a call,

but reception's terrible here, so…

I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but…

What did you hear?

-Have a seat.
-Oh, shit.

So…

Love…

Sex…

is something…

-that's none of my business, okay. But…
-No.

Maybe you shouldn't do it with a person
you're not that close to.

Hold on. Let me finish. I'm not saying
he has to be the love of your life,

no, you're still a girl, a woman,
I don't even know what you are, but…

-Perhaps you should do it with a friend.
-A friend?

Not a friend. A person… you trust…

-Can we stop talking about this?
-That would be great.

Good.

Could you not tell…

Relax. I won't say anything to your mom.

Thanks.

Hey!

I don't look that old, do I?

No.

No, no.

That went well.

Good work, Michele.

-Well?
-What?

-What's the matter?
-Nothing. It's just that I hate him.

-Who?
-Michele. He helped me today.

-What an asshole.
-Exactly. He's too sure of himself.

Who does he think he is?
Arrogant, cocky, a liar…

Yeah. Tell me about it.

With his flawless hair,
and that smile that…

I just wanna knock his damn teeth out.

And… that body, those arms…

-Oh, crap.
-What?

-You're completely smitten.
-That's not true, Giada. It's not true.

Elisa, you're head over heels.
Done for. Over.

Wasn't this one of your favorite songs?

-No, I'm done for tonight.
-You?

Darts? We used to play
all the time as kids.

Younger siblings versus older siblings?

-Deal.
-I'll sit this one out.

-C'mon!
-Oh, c'mon already!

You were so good. What's wrong?
Scared you've lost your touch?

Believe me, I still know how to touch.

-That didn't come out right.
-I know.

Look at them… With the hammer.

Come on. Harder, harder, harder!

Me? Oh, my gosh!

Thank you.

What are you eating?

Hey! I've got some serious strength, huh?

-Yes!
-Oh, my God, talk about lucky!

-My turn.
-Go on then!

-If you'll let me… I mean…
-Go on!

-It's fine.
-You should have aimed at the other side.

-Yes! Yes!
-You got lucky.

-Go.
-Yes!

-Yes! We won! We did it!
-Yes! We won! We won!

Good thing you still have the touch.

In winter's chill
The weary sun slips early into rest

It falters now

It falters now

The night comes down
With icy touch upon my skin

Oh, how the chill bites

Oh, how the chill bites

Just one gentle touch could soothe
a young girl's heart

Does it hurt?

I'm really sorry, I just…

Maybe I drank too much.
I'm not used to it, and…

my hand sorta slipped.

I swear, I didn't do it on purpose.

You swear?

I swear.

We won

We won

We're the strongest
We're the best

We're the winners

What is life without love?

-Let's go, you down for it?
-Okay.

-Did you get any of that?
-No.

But what is this life if you are not here?

-This is a good one.
-We watched it already.

-No.
-Yes. We even watched the sequel.

-Oh, yeah, that's right.
-Right.

We watched it already.

What about this one?

Paolo
I want you

This one?

Tonight, Simo,
I had something else in mind.

No Australian documentaries.
I know them all by heart already.

Forget about the computer.

Okay, what's your idea?

My mom and my aunt are out right now.

My grandmother's asleep…

-Wanna snag a joint from your grandma?
-Sex, Simone. I want to have sex.

-With who?
-With you.

-Really?
-You don't want to?

No, I mean… yes, of course.

You mean… now?

-Well, yes.
-Now.

Okay. How… How do we wanna do this?

Well, we kinda need to kiss first.

Yes.

-No, come on. Not like this.
-Sorry!

-Okay. I'm okay.
-Ready?

Yes.

-Close your eyes.
-You want me to close them?

You have to close them.
Forget it. Just take my clothes off.

Okay.

-No. A little higher…No, Simo.
-How does this come off?

No, Simo. Come on, I got it.
You're choking me. Okay.

-You don't like me?
-I do. A lot.

Nothing?

I think maybe it's just the embarrassment.
That's it.

I'm gonna die a virgin.

-Movie?
-No! No movie. No.

Man, Elisa and Michi really don't like
to lose, huh? Did you see their faces?

Pretty much like yours right now.
What's going on?

Nothing.

Did I do something wrong?

No. It's not you.

Just some personal stuff.

I know. I have an idea. Let's go.

-You've got this. Go.
-No way…

What's Michele doing in the entryway?

He's sleeping.

No.

Isn't anyone gonna ask me anything?

Nobody wants to know
what happened last night?

Well, I think I can guess.

All right.

You didn't get it.

What didn't we get? Aquarius
really jumped on the opportunity, huh?

No!

We spent the night
playing games and talking.

But more importantly,

he said he doesn't want to sell anymore.

In fact, he wants to spend
all his holidays here.

We're so lucky
We're so lucky

Michele.

Michele.

-Michele!
-Oh, shit!

I need to talk to you.

What time is it?

Nothing happened. Nothing.

What are you talking about?

I followed your advice. Someone I trusted.

We were in my room, just the two of us,
I even took my clothes off, but nothing!

I just woke up. I haven't even had coffee.

What's the problem?
Did I mess something up?

Be honest, am I ugly? That's it, isn't it?

What are you talking about? Here, sit.

You're perfect the way you are.

-Do you want to know what I did?
-No, I don't.

Then why? What's the problem? Why…

Please. It's stressing me out
talking about this with you. Can we not?

-No. Maybe later.
-Or maybe never?

-C'mon!
-Fine. Later. Get lost.

No, hold on.

I covered for you twice.

Now it's your turn to help me.

I need you to tell me which woman
Elisa can't stand the most in Belvedere.

There you go.

-Thanks.
-Don't worry about it.

-What do you think?
-Looks perfect to me.

Hey, got any tips what the best
restaurants around here are?

Are you looking for somewhere classy?

Why not?

For a date?

A first date.

With someone special?

Guess we'll have to find out.

In my opinion, Da Filippo & Vivaio
sounds like the right spot.

Yeah, it's good. Yes. Yes.

See you there at 8:00?

With pleasure.

Oh, my God! What a story! Oh, my God.

I have to tell you
something really important.

What's wrong?

At the end of the day,
there's no place like home,

even if home's just a small town.

-Everyone looks happy here, but…
-Good evening.

Thank you.

-Do you like it?
-It's beautiful.

-Enjoy your meal.
-Thank you.

For example, those two over there,
Solbani and his dear wife.

They seem inseparable,
but actually, last year they almost split.

Imagine that, after 35 years of marriage,
he bought a pregnancy test…

for his mistress.

Sorry, that story just…

-Look who's here.
-Good evening.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

Oh, man, I don't believe this.
Of all people.

Let's find our table.

Nice, huh?

-Welcome.
-Thanks so much.

-Here we are.
-Here we are.

So… What happened with the shutters?
Did you figure it out?

The shutters, did you manage to…

Oh, yes, everything's sorted. Sure.

The Count's grandson. What's he like?

He's an asshole from Milan.

Got it.

What a pretentious queen she is.

Is it true she's pretentious?

They're all pretentious in that family.

I just found out
her sister's sleeping with Pellani.

-Who?
-Pellani, the guy from the olive mill.

He's married to Valentina, sweet girl.

Poor thing, she has no idea.

Giada's completely smitten.
Pellani's not getting tricked that easily.

Nope.

I wanted to ask you,
after all these years of asking you out,

how come you asked me out for dinner
today of all days?

Why, aren't you hungry?

Are you kidding? I'm famished.

Well, okay then… Good evening.

-Evening.
-Ready?

-Yes.
-Yes.

How are the meatballs?

-Good. Wanna try one?
-Sure.

No, with your fingers.

Good.

So, who do I pick?

Take Zelda. She's like you.

A bit of a brat, but stunning.

A little touchy, but she can be sweet
when she feels like it.

Those are essential traits for fighting.

So, what else can you tell me…

ALL SET!

…about Zelda?

Well, for example…

She puts three spoonfuls of sugar
in her coffee, which is crazy to me.

And when she's embarrassed,
she likes to twirl her hair.

So, you've been watching me.

Who said anything about you?

No? You weren't talking about me?

-No.
-Sure?

-You weren't talking about me?
-No.

Do you prefer me or the games?

What?

Do you prefer me or the games?

Well… video games are my ideal world.

Nobody dies, and if you screw up,
you can just start all over.

Reality's a little more frightening to me.

But not when I'm with you.

Roberto, you are so funny.

-You really mean that?
-Yes.

Thank you.

So, listen, who is that guy?

-Who?
-That guy.

-Can I have a taste?
-Of course.

That's Roberto.

He's always had a thing for Elisa,
but she's never been interested.

Is this the first time they've gone out?

Yes, but why do you care?

I don't. We're just talking, that's all.

Right.

She's doing this on purpose.

-What do you mean?
-Unbelievable.

Can you stop looking at her?

Would you prefer to sit somewhere else?

Sorry, what?

Enough, I've had it. So rude.

You didn't even say anything
about the dress.

What dress?

I don't have to put up with this.
This is ridiculous.

-Rosa.
-Just forget it

Apologies.

Damn, she really crushed him. Poor guy.

If you wanna go ask him
how he's doing, go ahead.

Roberto, you're a really good guy.
I'm better off here, though.

Better this way. I'm happier like this.

-To us.
-To us.

Sorry…

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

I just can't get you out of my head

Boy, your loving is all I think about

I just can't get you out of my head

Pretty off-key, huh? Think he knows?

He knows.

Every night

Every day

Just to be there in your arms

Won't you stay?

Is he stupid?

Won't you lay?

What the hell is that asshole doing?

What are you doing? What are you doing?

What the heck are you doing?
This is outrageous.

Roberto, I'm really sorry.

-Filippa! Wait.
-Wait, what? Get him out of here.

All right, Elisa.

Excuse me, the drawbacks of…

Come on.

Go back to your food, everyone.
Music! Music, music, music!

She called me an asshole.
So much for it being a classy place.

Let's just say Filippa's charm
isn't exactly about elegance.

-I noticed.
-You killed the vibe, especially my date.

No. No. No. That wasn't a date.

On a real date,
people look each other in the eyes.

-You weren't looking at him.
-How would you know?

You were looking at me.

Everyone was looking at you.

Yeah, okay, that's true,
but not the way you looked at me.

You said you'd never sing
unless someone was torturing you.

Exactly.

So, what was torturing you?

Seeing you with another guy.

Listen, Michele,
I already told you to stop it.

So you just randomly show up
at the same restaurant with Roberto?

Well, you went out with Rosa Bini
just to piss me off.

Yeah, it's true, but at least I admit it.

Shit, it's gonna rain. Let's go.

Jeez. It came down all at once.

Everything okay?

Everything's still the same.

We used to come here to play, all of us.

You were already beautiful then.

You don't remember?

You were so shy back then,
but not anymore.

I was very shy…

and very jealous.

You only had eyes for Giorgio.

You were always with him.
Always laughing with him.

I would've done anything
to be in my brother's place.

I didn't know that.

Because you never even noticed me.

Maybe I was too young, I don't know.

Maybe I was… just wrong for you.

To me, you were perfect.

I mean, you are perfect.

Trust me, I'm anything but perfect.

You are to me.

You're so beautiful, Elisa.

But I just don't get you.

It's like you're here. It feels…

like I could touch you.

And yet, I can't.

I… I don't know how to do it.

I never knew how to do this with you.

There's nothing for you to do.

Why?

Because you and I together is just wrong.

Is this wrong?

And this…

This… Is this wrong?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Did I wake you?

You should have.
I have to get back before everyone's up.

Is everything okay?

I need to tell you something.

It might seem harsh at first, but…

Believe me, I really don't have a choice.

I'm going to sell Le Giuggiole.

In fact, it's already in motion.

I know how much it matters to everyone,

but this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

And I'm sorry.

You're not sorry.

All you care about is you. And money.

It's not like that.

Of course, we'll give you
a cut of the sale, so maybe

you won't have to wake up before sunrise,

-break your back, just be a…
-A what?

A farm girl?

You deserve so much more.

And maybe you've never really had
a real choice.

How the hell would you know?

That's not true.
If you'd listened to me at all,

you'd know this is all
I ever wanted to do.

I love this place, I love this land,
I even love the struggle.

Le Giuggiole has no future.

This place is bound to fail.

Why do you do everything yourself?

That's not how you run a business.

Giorgio always said
this was our last good window to sell.

Forget about Giorgio. Stop talking
about him and like him. You're not him.

You don't know shit about me.
I don't need anything from you,

least of all your pity.

And you can tell your American friend
not to bother coming.

He'd be wasting his time anyway.

I heard you on the phone.

And we took care of it.

Giada talked your brother out of selling.

You two look good together, you know?

So you played us.

You played us, Michele.

Even…

last night? That was part of…

Does it matter?

No.

-Did you like it?
-Did you make it?

All of it.

Good morning.

Sorry, I need to talk to my brother.

When he does that,
I've done something wrong.

Okay.

Listen, before you go off on me
for something I obviously did,

I just wanted to say,
this is a family home,

and it's just so nice out here…
with the olive trees, the vineyards.

I know you don't want to sell.

Elisa told me.

Elisa? Why?

She got Giada to talk you out of it.

What are you talking about?

Didn't you notice?

When you first showed up,

Giada wouldn't even look at you,
then, boom, she's all heart-eyes.

Michi, fuck off.

It might seem like Giada's
in love with you, but trust me, she's not.

-You don't know her.
-She's in love with a married man!

The whole town knows. Even I know.

He runs an olive mill.

I know that too.

Trust me. You're not used to--

No! You're the one who's not used to this.

Giada and I are in love. End of story.

And no, I'm not selling.

Mind stirring the ragù?

If it's too reduced, throw in more sauce.

Try this.

It's good. What did you put in it?

Everyone's got their secrets.

-I'll get it.
-Okay.

Hello.

Hi, I'm Ettore, from the olive mill.

I'm here to pick up the olives.

Can I come in?

Sure.

Thanks.

Was it you I spoke to
on the phone, Mr. Michele?

No, it must've been my brother.

You're the other one, the younger one.

Makes sense. Makes sense.

I was told to come pick up
some more olives for pressing.

Yes? What's going on?

It's the olive guy.

Giada and I, we know each other.
It's a small town.

Are these those great cookies you make?

I'll have one.

Giada's fun, isn't she?

Did you show him around town,
the area? The hills…

Did you give him a nice tour?

People saw you. Especially in the square.

But if I can give you a piece of advice…

Watch out, because in Belvedere,
everyone's out to find themselves a setup.

You get that, don't you?

You've been considering it, right?

No?

Do I hear wedding bells?

-I don't think so.
-No.

That's odd.

-You make me sick.
-Look who's talking.

Can we talk?

-Let me explain, he's--
-Michele already told me everything.

You all used me. You used me.

That's not true.

Elisa didn't ask you
to convince me not to sell?

-At first, but then--
-How long has it been going on with him?

It doesn't matter,
because now it's you, not--

No. Just don't.

You know what kills me the most?

You're the one being used.

You don't see how much you're worth.

Anyway, it's not my problem anymore.

We're gonna sell,
and I'll leave this place for good.

Everyone knew
and no one said a word to me!

Yes, Mom, fine. I'm an asshole,

Now the whole town thinks I'm trash,

you're ashamed of me,
just imagine how I feel.

No, honey, I'm not ashamed of you,
but Pellani's a Gemini.

Everyone knows they're unreliable
and stuck in puberty forever.

It's a sign that…

Mom, who cares!

The problem is…

The problem is that Carlo
never wants to see me again.

And he wants to sell now.

I messed up, Mom. It's all my fault.

Come on, it's not your fault…
not all of it.

It's beautiful, though.

What is?

That you really care about Carlo.

It's my fault.

I never should've asked you.

No, it's just that maybe it would've been
easier to tell the truth from the start…

Eli… maybe now's the time.

No.

No… What are we saying no to now?

Nothing, Mom.

But it could save us.

Eli, think about it.

I'm not thinking about it.

What are you supposed
to be thinking about?

Nothing, Mom.

Nothing.

Eli, this is our home.

It's our work. It's all we have.

We can't lose Le Giuggiole.
You have to tell her.

No, I don't.

What is it you're not supposed to do?

Nothing, Mom!

"Nothing, Mom," my foot!

Tell me what you're supposed to tell me.

Actually, what you're not telling me!
And I mean now.

Linda is the Count's granddaughter.

No.

It's like a soap opera. Is she
the daughter of one of the three brothers?

She's Giorgio's.

Oh, my God.

I never noticed.
I haven't I been there for you.

I didn't do what a mother should…

You've been there for me, don't worry.

Not really.

If this came out, it could fix everything.

Linda's a legal heir.
She could stop the sale.

-But it's never gonna happen.
-What?

-Honey.
-"Honey," my ass. So he's not Australian.

If I lied to you…
it was only to protect you.

Bullshit.

For 18 years,
you've told me nothing but bullshit.

-There are things you don't understand.
-Stop it!

For years, you told me
you didn't even know his name,

but you knew it perfectly well.
You even knew his address!

Now he's dead,
and I'll never be able to know him.

-It's not that simple…
-Fuck you!

Did you know?

-Linda, can we talk in private?
-No.

So you don't know?

-What?
-That I'm your niece.

My father was your brother Giorgio.
They wanted to tell you to stop the sale.

-That's not true.
-It is.

Did Giorgio know?

No, he didn't.

Why?

-Because…
-Because she's just a bitch.

All you say is crap.

I'm not talking to you anymore.

No.

Linda?

Linda!

Linda?

Open up, honey. I need to talk to you.

So? Did you like that?

It was…

like… doing it for the first time.

Cool, right?

My folks snore a lot.

No one will hear you leaving.

What if I just slept here instead?

Listen, I know we didn't plan this,
but I'm feeling a little down,

-and I'd really like to…
-Wait a sec. Sorry.

-What is it?
-I didn't need this right now.

-What's up? Is--
-Tommi texted me.

He's got a problem with his car.
It got stuck in the mud.

Looks like I'll have to go help him.

He took his grandfather's car.

If his grandfather finds out,
he'll flip out.

Flip out? I'm wondering how because
Tommi's grandfather died two years ago.

Kids today can't even come up
with a decent excuse.

Good morning.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

Did I miss something? More secrets?

-No.
-Everyone's been lying to me anyway.

-Welcome to the club.
-Don't be so dramatic.

Good morning.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

Linda.

-Linda. That's enough, let's talk.
-No.

-Yes. Get up and…
-No. Mom, leave me alone!

Actually, while we're all here,
I have something to say.

I've decided. We're selling.

By the way, I had sex last night.

I'm gonna go throw up outside.

Elisa, we need to talk.

Yes. But, I'm sorry,
now's not a good time.

I'm sorry about Linda.

No, look, you couldn't have
done anything anyway.

Linda always does things her own way.

Who knows who she was with
for her first time…

With an idiot.

What do you know?

Tell me right now.

-Elisa…
-Right now.

What's up? If you're looking for Linda,
she's not here, okay?

But she was here yesterday.

You had fun and threw her out
with a lame excuse.

It wasn't an excuse.

-And I didn't throw her out.
-Yes, you did,

and broke her heart!

"Broke her heart…"
It didn't seem to me like she--

Of course not!
Like all women, she's proud.

You, on the other hand,
are just like every other man.

Promise the world, have a one-night stand,
and leave her alone with a kid to raise!

Am I gonna be a dad?

-I was careful.
-What the fuck are you talking about?

-No, but…
-I'm so sorry.

-She didn't mean that.
-I went too far. Forgive me.

-That got out of hand.
-No.

Linda is gonna be furious
about the freakout I had.

Tell her the truth.

That her Mom is a psycho
who made her look like a fool?

No. The other truth.

What you told Paolo…

That he's a guy who promises the world,

and leaves you alone with a kid to raise…

That wasn't about him, was it?

I'd rather she hate me than find out
her dad didn't even want to know her.

But it's not your call to make.

It's not yours either.

I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

You could've told me.

What difference would it have made?

Maybe… you would have been less alone.

But at this point,
maybe it's what you want.

Want some?

Actually, I was just looking
for something to eat.

Bread with oil?

It's me.

I almost had a heart attack.

It was the only way to talk,
since you've been ignoring me.

I wanted to apologize to you.

And I wanted to apologize to myself, too.

All my life, I've been chasing guys
I'd never have a future with.

Maybe it's because
I'm a bit like you. I'm scared.

But you're right. I deserve better.

I deserve a Prince Charming.

Maybe kind of a dork.

Who makes me
the best plum ragù in the world.

You found out my secret.

Who loves playing video games because
you always get a second chance.

And even if I screwed up,
I really hope I can have one with you.

Do you wanna be scared together?

I never got the chance to tell you
that… I'm sorry about the sale.

Is that why you're nervous?

Or are you angry with Elisa?

I'm angry with Elisa too.

"Too"? Who else are you mad at?

Giorgio.

In the end, he wasn't the hero
I thought he was. That's all.

The girls' father really liked horses.

Like Elisa?

Not quite in the same way.

He liked watching them run,

and betting on them.

And we ended up broke
who knows how many times.

We'd break up, get back together, argue.

I wanted… to choke him.

There's not a single day
that I don't miss him.

It's like we spend our whole lives
hiding our flaws and mistakes.

And we don't realize that…

it's those flaws
that make people fall in love with us.

Maybe we need to figure out
how it feels to be ourselves…

if we want to be happy.

What is it that you want?

-Good morning, Mr. Galli.
-Michele.

The pleasure's mine, Michele.

You speak Italian.

I always try to learn the language
of the place I want to buy.

Right. This way.

The estate covers
about ten hectares overall,

including cropland, woodland,
pasture, vineyards, and olive trees.

And then there's the vegetable patch
over there. Maybe we could keep it.

Oh, no. We're building
a residential complex here.

Okay. It's all rolling hills here,

and down there is Treebeard.

It's a holm oak,
older than all of us together.

There's an amazing view from there.

-We could check it out.
-No time, let's finish the tour.

We're taking everything down anyway.

Do you smell that?

It smells like a promotion.

See those hills?
It'd be smart to build on them.

Yes.

It's not allowed.
The regional authorities won't let you.

What the fuck are you talking about?
Don't exaggerate.

You have to be honest with your buyers.

There's always a way
to sort these things out.

And down there,
over where that flatland is…

I'm picturing nine beautiful holes.

But when it rains,
there's a water table below,

so it doesn't take long to flood, and…
How do you say "swamp" in English?

No, that's totally false.
When it rains, it makes a bit of a puddle.

Okay, that's enough.

I'm not gonna sell.

What the fuck are you talking about?
Why not?

I changed my mind. It's not what I want.

Remember that smell
of a promotion in the air?

It just turned
into the stench of getting fired.

Your brother Giorgio would never
have behaved like that.

I'm not Giorgio.

I'm done living his life.

You're crazy.

No.

I just realized too late
what I really want.

Asshole.

Why did you do it, Michele?

What's going on?

Michele decided not to sell.

Everyone always treats me
like I'm a kid. Especially you.

You're right.

And you're right about Le Giuggiole too.

The truth is, I love this place,

but I want to see the world.

And you're right to.

My whole world has always
been this place, and you.

Mom, I'm sorry if you ended up
staying here because I was born.

Baby, no. No, no.

I made my choice, and I chose you.

I tried to protect you in every way.

I've made mistakes,

but now you're grown enough
to know everything.

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

-Has anyone seen Michele?
-No.

Stew?

Excuse me. Let's see what we've got here.

This ragù is amazing.
There's something different. What is it?

It's a secret recipe. It tastes better
than the one at your restaurant, huh?

Let's not get carried away.

We could open our own restaurant.

You just try.

Me too, please.

Did you see how upset Pellani is?

Didn't you hear?
His wife was cheating on him, too,

so she left him.

What's the matter?

Wait… He's single again?

-Sure.
-Sure.

Where's she going?

-She's a vulture.
-People have no values anymore.

So, maybe we could go get
some ice cream or something.

-Why not?
-All right.

-What's your favorite flavor?
-Chocolate.

-Chocolate's basic.
-Yours?

-Coffee and lemon.
-That's what I'll get too then.

When do you want to go?

You were basically going
against the Old Testament…

Finally, Linda! I won the bet.
You owe me 50 euros.

-Yes.
-You owe me 50 euros.

I won 50 euros! Yes!

What's wrong?
Are you mad about losing the bet?

Listen, Linda,
I wanted to ask you something.

I preferred not doing it with you
over doing it with Paolo.

But love comes
in a lot of different forms.

Love of art, history, religion,
all kinds of things.

Yeah, but a hug…

I guess I need you.

If you want, I can teach you.

Now that I don't have a job,
I have plenty of free time.

Not for this.

I just really need you.

I need you, and I haven't
figured out exactly why yet.

And I'm scared because
I've never needed anyone before.

But I couldn't care less.

I'd like you to stay here with me today.

And tomorrow. And the day after that.

I could stay a couple of days.

I'm joking.

I was thinking… something more…

More?

More permanent.