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"On February 10, 1992, it was
released in all record stores

'They Killed Spider-Man',
the first album by 883."

Friends, friends, friends,
be happy, happy, happy.

He shoots headlong into seventh
place, occupied by a new entry,

"Nevermind" dei Nirvana.

"In March we had sold 100,000
copies, in April 200,000.

By May we had reached 400,000 copies.

In May of that year we were
selling more than U2, Elton John,

Freddy Mercury e Michael Jackson."

..it's U2 with "Achtung Baby".

And yet, surprisingly,
no one expected it...

"By June we were already a cult."

..in first place in the Super Ranking,

the Italian revelation of this year,

883 with "They Killed Spider-Man"!

"There was just one problem..."

Max?

Max?

"nobody knew who the 883 really were."

Keep?

Huh? Let's take this one too.

There are 7,500 of them.

The song is ours.

- We are... - We are two famous people,

we are the 883, yes.

I mean, we are here in Pavia because
we are from Pavia, that's it.

It's 7,500 lire.

Okay, okay.

How much do you have?

- Eh, I have 1,000 lire.
- I have... But how 1,000 lire?

What's wrong with you, seven years
of walking around with 1,000 lire?

No, you have 5,000 lire, it's not
like you have 10 million, eh!

Listen, we have... we have 6,000 lire.

Look, I don't know if we can get a
little discount, a little credit.

You know, as I told you,
we are two famous people,

let's not make a bad
impression for 1,000 lire.

For me you can also be
the Village People...

..but if at the end of the shift the money
is missing I have to pay it back, so...

Eh, okay, away with the snacks, eh?

- No, Mauro, take the newspaper away.
- No, we need the newspaper. Here.

There are 7,000 of them.

But how come 7,000? But
the snacks cost 500 lire?

- Eh, take away... - Eh, I understand.

Okay, away with the chips too.

Let's drink and eat licorice, come on.
Here are the 6,000 lire. This is mine.

Let's go. All right, thanks.

The 883!

Max Pezzali and Mauro Repetto!

883!

84 pages. Everyone has a
fucking photo in the paper

and we who are first in the rankings, no.

- I know, Mauro.
- But does it seem normal to you?

- I don't know, maybe...
- No, it's not normal!

They play our songs on the
radio 20,000 times a day

and nobody knows us.

But also think that they published
that piece in "La Provincia Pavese".

And then, then, if we want to tell the
whole truth, why don't we do concerts? Eh?

- Mauro, I don't know.
- Everyone does concerts except us.

- Do you think it's normal?
- I don't know if it's normal.

- No, no, it's not normal!
- All right, it's not normal, Mauro!

Eh! Now: "So many new talents together..."

"It actually wasn't normal."

Who the fuck are these new talents?
Is Canino the new talent?

"And yet we had taken the photos."

But fuck you, go on!

Yes, I'm here.

Now show them to me and I'll tell
you which one to go to print with.

So, look, the first one
is already really cool.

The second one too...

..and also the...

No!

Here it is! Stop everyone, this is it.

And this is him telling you:
"Here I am, I am this."

"I'm naked."

"But not out of vanity, but
because I have no more secrets."

"I'm just Lorenzo."

It's also Giulia's favorite.

And in fact the album should be
called like this: "Lorenzo".

Maybe it's a little un- "Lorenzo", something
that closes is needed. Lorenzo...

Look at each other. Let's
find a middle ground.

A beautiful smile.

Massimo, move your face down.

Sorry, but what the fuck is this?

Let's try with a smile.

Ok, no, no, no smile.
Um, let's try serious.

Julian! Julian!

Julian!

Much better serious, eh? Let's
take a couple more like this.

Giuliano, what the fuck did we
say to each other this morning?

To take pictures for the album
"They Killed Spider-Man".

But aside from the fact
that that's not Spider-Man,

but one dressed for
carnival, as Spider-Man,

but even if it were the
real Spider-Man himself,

but this is all wrong! Spiderman,
come on, pull in that belly.

And how do you get up
on buildings like that?

- Claudio, sorry, eh...
- Then the two of them have scared faces,

he hugs them like he's a pervert.

But in your opinion, is
Spider-Man a pervert?

- I don't know.
- He's not a pervert, I'm telling you.

Claudio, sorry, eh, but these
two are definitely the people

least photogenic I have ever known.

Oh well, we already knew
they weren't Take That.

The problem is that these two have
made an album that is the bomb

and now we have to invent a cover.

Come on, guys! So, huh? Let's
come up with some ideas.

Oh, Spider-Man, perfect! You're welcome.

No, it's just that the suit is too tight.

I wanted to put on at least
a pair of underwear...

..if possible.

And then, if only they had
at least drawn our faces,

maybe someone would recognize us.

But you also understand well
that it would be a mistake.

Spider-Man is dead down
there and what do you do?

You're here and you don't watch it?
Come on!

And then Cecchetto said that we
are not "designogenic". So what?

Yes, but you understand
that with this cover

Can the 883s be anyone?

I mean, we have to go to
Cecchetto and get pissed off.

- Well yes!

- Really? - Yes, Max, "really."

We have to go to Cecchetto and tell him:

"Claudio, we're fed up.
We want everything."

"The covers, the concerts, the interviews,"

"Sanremo, the Festivalbar".
- Yes, okay, the Oscar!

What does the Oscar have to do with
anything now, since it's a cinema thing?

Max, we have to go to
Cecchetto and tell him:

"Claudio, things aren't going well for us."

Come on! You can imagine
if he's listening to us!

Uh, no!

Max...

He's still convinced
you're Australian, Mauro.

Where are you going?

Where am I going? I have...
something with Silvia.

Sure, what do you care about covers?

You have things with Silvia, go to Silvia.

No, Mauro, please, don't start again.

- No, I'll start again. - Please!

- I'll start again. - Please.

- Come on, I'll give you a ride.
- I don't want it.

- Come on! Come on. - I don't want it.

I'm staying here and bullshitting myself.

"It's not that I didn't care, on
the contrary, Mauro was right.

It's just that I've had other
things to think about lately."

Hi Silvia.

Sorry, I did it as soon as I could...

..because I have to talk to you too,
I have to tell you something. - Max.

- Hi. - I dumped Ale.

"Now, what should an adult
male say in case the woman

who she has secretly loved, but not
too much, for at least three years

ends up in his arms telling
him she left her boyfriend?"

I am sorry.

"And that same male who,
for some unknown reason,

he just said he was sorry...

..what should he do next?"

If you want we can talk about it.

"And that's exactly what we did.

for the next three hours and 46 minutes.

Silvia talked to me all night
about how scared she was

but at the same time happy to have
found the courage to leave him,

of how his mother got pissed off
because Alessandro was a good match

and how terrified she was
of becoming like her,

that for fear of being alone

she had bounced from one
marriage to another.

That's what he wanted to talk
to me about that evening."

Okay, what was it you
wanted to tell me before?

"She wanted to be alone."

Before? Nothing, nothing. No, no, it was...

And you hugged her.

Of course I hugged her, Cisco.
She was sick.

She looked for me because she wanted to be
comforted. What the fuck was I supposed to do?

No, no, but in fact, you did very well.

I mean, don't tell me I'm an idiot.

why did I have to try anyway?

Max...

..this thing has been going on for years.

Maybe there were times when
you could have done it,

I don't doubt it...

..but you told me that a lot of times too.

By now the situation seems
pretty clear to me, doesn't it?

You are friends.

"Yet a part of me couldn't stop hoping."

Nemorino, pinball machine two needs fixing.

"Since that time she told
me she had dumped Ale,

every time Silvia called me,
every time she said to me:

'Let's meet, I need to talk to you',
I thought this was a good time.

And instead.

I dropped out of college.

"But how many things can you leave
behind in such a short time?"

Yes, no, yes. I mean, come in... Sorry.

Then anyway I informed
myself and if I pass by

in Communication Sciences they
give me five exams valid.

Ah.

Then what the fuck do I care
about Comparative Private Law?

It just is!

Anyway, I threw away another thing I made.

to make others happy.

Fuck you, right?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
you're welcome, I mean...

However, I didn't come just for this.

That is, also.

Mh-mh.

But...

..I wanted to ask you...

..I thought...

- Yes. ALBA: Massimo, I
told you to stop by...

Mom, what are you doing?
Aren't you knocking?

Oh God, sorry, I just didn't
think there was anyone there.

- Weren't you supposed to go to a funeral?
- Yeah, I just got back. - Get out.

I finally meet Max's girlfriend.

But what "girlfriend"? Mom!

Nice to meet you, I wouldn't actually be...

We are 14 years old? Silvia
is a friend I was helping

for a college thing. Now go out.

- Why are you going to university, Silvia?
- Yes. - Good job!

Jurisprudence. Which I was
actually telling him...

Here, Silvia, look, you're
doing a beautiful thing,

tell Max that too, eh?

About this music thing, huh?

It's time to get your head
straight and get a real job, huh?

But what to put your head in order?

But I'm the first in Italy
in terms of records sold.

Listen, go out, please,
go to another funeral,

someone else dying, bye.
- All right, let's do something nice.

- See you very soon.
- Nice to meet you. See you soon.

- I was very pleased.
- You were pleased. Nice to meet you!

- See you again very soon.
- Goodbye, madam.

Sorry, huh.

These guys are always
minding their own business.

They didn't really understand
this album thing, I mean.

Oh well, Max, but they're kind of right.

Today alone I heard "Spider-Man"
on the radio three times.

If I tell someone that my
best friend is the singer,

nobody knows it's you.

"The truth is that I didn't understand
a damn thing anymore either."

And...

..what was it you wanted to tell me before?

No, nothing, nothing, nothing.

"I was Silvia's best friend

or the one who kissed her three years ago?

I was still the usual loser
from Pavia or the one in Milan

did you hear things like this?

"Con un deca" is the best remix of my life.

Do you hear how the sax sounds?

Great idea the sax, huh. That's cool!

Beautiful.

Now we finalize everything,

so we close it and you're ready to go.

Next week, if I'm not mistaken, right?

Exact.

Thank you so much, Mario, really.

Guys, four singles out of eight!

- It's not for everyone, eh, and
then on the first album! - Yes.

Who knows how your life has changed.

Interviews, covers, concerts.

But then, let's face it...

..among colleagues...

..you make a lot of money, huh?

Because if we go there with doubts,

we regularly go there with doubts,
that's when they screw us.

And instead we must be
sure of what we propose,

even if we change our minds
later, you understand?

I can't now. Don't you see
the door closed, damn it?

I'm in a meeting!

My super boys, so great!

We're done.

How did we finish, Claudio?
We've just begun.

What do I tell these people now?

Maybe you don't understand, you have to go.

Excuse me.

These are the 883!

When my boys walk into this office

they have to sit down immediately.

Have you done with Fargetta?
Everything okay?

- Yes, yes, yes, yes. - Yes, yes, yes.

The remix is so cool.

Sure it's cool, the single is the bomb.

Next week it goes on all the shelves,

in every fucking store.

Yes, indeed we are very happy.

Oh, and we'll get straight
to work next week.

to the new single, eh. - Yes.

Last night I was there thinking:
"But why the fuck a single"

"does it have to be summer?"
Let's make a fall single:

"Jolly Blue", the fifth single from 883.

Bam! A bomb!

Did you want to tell me something?

- Yes. - Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Well yes.

No, no, because, I mean,
we thought, maybe...

..that is, we thought..

Claudio, why have we never had a concert?

Yes, maybe paid. Got it?

Because, I mean, maybe we're a little poor.

to be famous singers.

I mean, I still work at the Red Cross.

And why have we never done an interview?

Why aren't our faces in the newspapers?

How is it possible that we are on the
fourth single, we sell more than U2?

and nobody knows who the 883 are?

Because we, Claudio, need
to clarify this thing,

because it seems strange to
us that we make the album

world's best-selling...

But a little poor in what sense?

So, here we have a problem
as big as a house.

These are the 883, they
tell me they have no money.

So what I want to know is how the
fuck is it possible that the 883

do they have to do shitty jobs,
like treating war wounded?

Is it our fault? Is it their fault?
Whose fault is it?

Because you know you're billionaires.

The problem is that SIAE pays for 18 months

and we can't do anything
about it, that's SIAE.

The problem is the money we give you.

Why don't we give them to you?

Claudio, they don't have a contract.

I mean, let me get this straight,
you guys are out with an album.

and it never occurred to
you to ask for a contract?

Yes, yes, that's another open question.

Eh, but guys, you have to be a little
more reactive about these things.

It's not like I can keep
up with everything.

So, give him a contract. It
has to be ready by today.

And then you write me a check, two
checks, shall we make one each?

Hmm? Problem solved.

- Ah, Claudio. Claudio, sorry. - Yes.

But for those things we
said to each other...

What things?

Like what things? Promotion,
interviews, concerts.

Mauro, the promotion is a
colossal pain in the ass.

Listen to an asshole, you have
your whole life to do interviews.

Blood will come out of your ears

by dint of hearing the same questions.
But... you're right about one thing:

the concerts. - Yes.

What do you think I'm
here twiddling my thumbs?

Oh, fuck, that's a great show!

Even though they should have already
closed the guests, I'm sure

that if I call them and tell
them that 883 want to play live

for them, they go crazy.
- Very cool. Yes, this, yes!

- What is it about? - The Cantagiro.

- Oh, does it still exist?
- Of course it does, it's the bomb.

Trust me, it's the right thing for you.

Claudio, but nobody watches
Cantagiro anymore.

- We couldn't go further... -Go where?
To the Sanremo Festival?

At the Festivalbar.

Mauro...

..can I be honest with you?

- Yes. - We thought about it.

It's just that I'm not
specifically sure at this time

the Festivalbar is right for you.

You guys are more of an
underground, pissed off thing.

You are not... For the
Festivalbar you are not...

..pretty summery, right?

This is a draft of the contract.

Claudio said you can start looking into it.

Yes.

But what do you mean we're not summery?

“Quite,” he said, “summery enough.”

And are you okay with this?

And instead these are your five million.

Max.

Ten million, a check each
for five million, hmm?

"What could an enterprising
20-year-old buy?

with five million lire in 1992?

Super Nintendo Entertainment
System, commonly abbreviated

in Super Nintendo, the revolutionary
16-bit video game console,

the future!

A Nokia 1011, the first GSM
mobile phone capable of storing

99 numbers in the phonebook,
with a black and white screen

and the antenna was removable.

Macintosh Classic II with
external SCSI device,

a computer that could
display images in color!

But nothing, none of this
was comparable to the one

and the true object of
desire, the border line

between what it meant to be
an idiot and to be a man."

Red cabriolet, 2,000cc,
alloy wheels, obviously.

"A car that you own, that is,
not yours or a friend's.

or anyone else's, a car of your own."

Try it.

We can?

Beautiful.

I mean, Max, I'm probably the
most summery person I know.

You tell me someone more summery
than me, tell me. There isn't one.

I actually don't feel too summery, eh.

Max, let's not go there, come on.

- But where? - At the Cantagiro.

Mauro, but I don't understand you.
But why shouldn't we go?

Because it's something that nobody
sees, it's something for losers.

- But what's the point of doing it?
- It also has automatic windows

and the automatic hood mechanism.

- Eh... - Thanks.

By the way, have you heard Cecchetto?

And imagine if he's someone who
doesn't know what he's doing.

We got there with nothing.

Now we have a tour...

..then a lot of money.
Have you ever seen them?

so much money in your life?

Have you tried the stereo system? Huh?

- No. - It's optional, but we can add it.

This one? Very nice.

Perhaps...

- Wait a minute. I'll ask you a question.
- Sure.

In your opinion, is this a summer car?

But absolutely, it's a convertible.

In your opinion, is this a
summer car for two summer guys?

Yes, that's fine. Look, I'm
very interested in the model.

- Maybe I'd go with a 1800.
- And leather seats.

- Well yes.

And then there are only two million more.

So, red, convertible, four
seats, 1,800, leather seats.

- Yes. - I can put it to 24 for you.

- Perfect.
- We would have five million in this...

Five million.

- Are you kidding me? - No, no, no, no.

Actually, I don't know if you
have one a little more...

Uglier, uglier. Ugliest do you have?

No, smaller.

Guys, with five million
we really have to move.

to another world. Let's go second hand.

"When you realize you've dreamed too big,

what is the right thing to do?" -
Come on, do you really want it used?

- Do you want the used car? I have it.

There would be only one question...

..on color.

"Do as Mauro and persist
with your head down,

continuing to blindly
believe in your dream...

..or instead..." - What color?

Holy Christ!

Ta-da!

You got yourself a car, huh?
Used, sad-colored.

- Come on, Cisco. Let me see inside?

Obviously manual windows,
never electric ones, eh!

Just a Folletto representative car.

Did you come to an agreement with Mauro?
Anyway, it's not true at all.

This color, on the other hand, is a
very elegant color, it has class.

A lot, it's the color of shit.

Now, shit is a much darker
shade of brown than this,

that has nothing to do with it.
- Max, you're happy!

Listen, "class", do we want to
name it or do you have to go?

playing Scrabble with your friend?

No, Cisco, please, please.
No. No, Cisco, come on!

My friend Max got his car done!

Take it off, take it off. Come on, Cisco!
You're an idiot! Cisco!

Massimo? Your friend
Silvia is on the phone.

I'll take it on the cordless.

- Hey! - "My friend Silvia."

Hey, are you ready?

Yes, no, I was packing my suitcase.

And what are you bringing?

Well, two things. The
usual things, a t-shirt.

"My best friend Silvia."

Yeah, no, it's not really a tour,
it's a little bit smaller.

- Eh, but aren't you happy?
- Yes, yes. No, I'm happy.

Oh, perfect.

Piero never makes mistakes.

Very summery.

Super stowage.

If you want, you can also raise the collar.

In England they wear it like this.

Yes, no, look, the only doubt
is that maybe it stinks a bit?

But it's made especially for...

I'm not convinced by this at all, eh?

Why?

He got pissed off.

No, he was just saying that
maybe it's not very summery.

No, no, I mean...

But damn, you look great!

Guys, are you kidding me?

This is an original Chicago Police vest.

Original in the sense that it
was actually by a policeman

died in a shooting. If you
look closely, somewhere

There should still be bullet holes.

But then with the boot, damn!

And anyway...

..I'm following you.

- You guys are rocking!
- Thank you, thank you. - Thank you.

What now? Now tell me what the occasion is?

Wait, wait while I guess.

Sanremo Festival?

- No. - No, that's in February, usually.

Oh, sure, sure. Fuck, bullshit.
Festivalbar, serious stuff.

Sanremo is for old people.

No, the Cantagiro.

Ah.

And fuck...

..does it still exist?

Yes.

Oh!

Did you see?

She got there.

I mean, you're more surprised than me.

But I had no doubts. This is a great car.

I still have to understand a little,
I have to get the hang of it.

Max, I told you. If you
want the red convertible,

the "beigeolina" car must disgust you.

And the Cantagiro too.

Good morning...

Mauro!

..Frosinone!

- Mauro? - Huh?

- Why do you always have to
start like this? - Sound check.

HI.

Mauro Repetto, Max Pezzali, 883.

I have this fax that basically says

we have to do the sound check, see?
883, us, sound check,

14:30... 14:30.

- Nando? - What?

There are these guys who
say they have to play.

Nando? Mauro Repetto.

- Nando the director. - Here.

- Who are you? - The 883.

Oh, perfect, great! And
where are the others?

In what sense?

No, I mean, where are the others?

Look, we are disastrously late.

Here at 4pm people come in and
you are the second ones to sing.

No, no, but it's just us, the
883, it's the two of us.

Well then, follow me.

Come this way and watch out for the cables.

As I was telling you... - Yes.

At 4:00 pm we open the gates
because the new proposals begin.

You are the seconds, for me you
have to be ready at 4.20pm.

- 4:20 PM? - What do you mean 4:00 PM?

- Now? - You mean in an hour and a half?

Well, because tonight the
big names are singing.

Guys, do me a favor and
dismantle four microphones.

because there are only
two of the 883, he says.

- I have a doubt. - Yes?

The song is written for one voice.
Who sings it?

- Me. - Max. - Yes.

Perfect, great! And what do you do?

Hmm...

..I do the second voices,
I do the second...

Which in this piece are few,
usually there are more.

Then anyway we compose, we
write together, we work...

Here, on stage, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

The choirs, the choirs, I do
the choirs, I do the choirs.

- Walter? Hey.

Hold that guy's microphone
low, low, low, you understand?

All right. - It's ornamental, right? - No.

Instead, have him try the
microphone right away.

And fix the lights, too. - All right.

- Oh! - Oh. - Oh!

- You mustn't touch it! - Don't touch it.

System, put it in order.

It took us three hours
to put it as it is now,

to fix it with the shots.

You start moving, then you
can't be seen anymore.

We have two cameras, you see them there?
One and two.

If you start taking one step
forward and one step back,

after you exit the frame, you understand?
- All right.

- Then do me a favor. Stop, stand still.
- Yes.

In front of the microphone.
You sing and you...

..nothing, you don't do anything.

Nando, Gianfranco has arrived.

Oh!

It's about time!

And I was having lunch, Nando.

Oh, and wait until I get there,

I'm done with these two. I'm going down.

Mauro?

I think I screwed up.

I think the jacket really belongs
to a Chicago police officer.

They have snow there.

I think it was made to withstand
like 15 degrees below zero.

- Alessandro Canino, applause!
- It's really hot.

Ale, but then, did you
expect all this success?

The covers, the concerts, the television.

Understood?

Eh, Max, yes, take it off.

And I can't take it off, I'm
wearing a tank top underneath.

If I take it off I look
like Freddy Mercury.

I have a bit of trouble
walking down the street,

but I try to concentrate on the music,
which is the most important thing.

Right!

Handsome, good, famous and also modest.

A round of applause for Alessandro Canino!

And now it's time for an incredible group.

With their first album, they are
already on their fourth single

in just a few weeks.

Give the 883s a round of applause!

Hello Frosinone.

Give us back Canino!

Oh well, come on, all things
considered it didn't go that badly.

We brought it home with dignity, I'd say.

The audience too, beautiful, right?

When he realized that
we were really the 883.

Even the hotel isn't that bad in the end.

That is, we also have...

..two beds, which is one thing anyway.

Max.

If I don't sing, what do I do?

In...

..In what sense?

Meaning what...

We both wrote the songs,

so we're on stage together.
- No, no, sure, sure. I mean...

..on stage, right?

You know, you do the choruses, you do...
you underline things, you put accents,

which is a very important thing, Mauro.

Oh, tomorrow we have the second
stage, there will be more people,

we have to stay charged.

They are!

Okay, listen, I'll go call in a second...

..Silvia, but why, to hear for a moment...

..but let's talk about this again. - Yes.

All right.

"When you realize you've dreamed too big,

What is the right thing to do?"

"To persist with your head down, continuing
to believe blindly in your dream?

Or settle for a shit-colored car?"

Hi, I'm Silvia. We're not home right now.

If you want, you can leave a message
and we will call you back. Bye.

Yes, hi Claudio.

Hi guys, how is the hotel?

Uh...

..yes, come on.

I just spoke to Radaelli and he
says you're rocking the boat.

But I had no doubts, I
knew you would be crazy.

Yes. No, no, I'm calling you now because...

..Claudio, it's not exactly the best here.

That is, we didn't realize
that we sang in the afternoon.

Eh, but in the evening there are the
big names, you are the new proposals.

- Yes, I know. It's a beautiful
thing, you'll regret it.

It means you're young. - Listen, Claudio...

..this place sucks.

I mean, I mean, they put
us in a shitty place.

Everyone knew Canino's songs by heart,

what the fuck kind of
song is "Brutta" anyway?

It's a great love song.

Love song?

Claudio insults her all the
time, tells her she's ugly.

But now it's ugly, then
it will become beautiful.

You didn't listen to her well, Max.

Okay. Yes, yes, maybe yes, I
don't know, but the point is...

..the thing is this: what
the fuck are we doing here?

Max...

..can I be honest?

Really honest?

You seem like someone I can talk to.

Honestly, yes.

Your pieces rock.

Me neither, who believed in the project
like a god anyway and that's bullshit

I've done them in my life, I could...

..imagine a similar success.

Exactly, but... for this, one
more reason not to stay here.

Eh, but we're not talking
about music here, Max.

Who...

..let's not talk about you
two as musicians, here...

..let's talk about you two,
your appearance, your look.

That we are not summer people, and
we understand this and I also agree.

- I only believe... Max...

..you are unpresentable.

Let's be clear, you are very good
at writing, I already told you.

You guys came up with some crazy pieces.

But in person it's different.

In short, you sing. Mauro does
nothing, he just stands there.

You are not ready, it would not be
a good move to burn you like this

on a big stage, you understand?

Max, let's put it this way.

It's like that song.

Maybe one day you will
become beautiful too...

..but now you have to trust, mhm?

And do as I say, okay?

Max?

"Unpresentable."

So, Mauro.

The second stage.

We can definitely improve.

First of all, we do the tests

without those fucking
fireproof clothes, because...

Then we get changed, we
do everything calmly.

And that's one thing.

I mean, it's our first tour, Mauro.

It's normal that it's not
exactly how we imagined it.

And then history teaches us that
not all first times turn out well,

in fact, they always go almost badly.

Take Rocky.

Rocky Balboa.

No?

What the fuck does Rocky
have to do with this?

Damn, the first Rocky, 1976, an
absolute masterpiece of writing.

Come on, he calls her: "Adriana,
Adriana", that one... Do you remember?

What happens at the end of the movie?
Does our Rocky win?

- Yes. - No, sir, no, no, no, no.

Apollo wins, that other one.

And yet they made four more Rocky movies.

Certainly a bit too many,
of course, that's true.

However, that's not the point.

We focus on the bigger picture.

Mauro, we are Rocky.

Mauro, why did you give him my
cassette that time at Gozard's?

To the deejay. With the cocaine, the toad.

You really wanted him to hear that stuff...

..and finally you gave him my cassette.

Why?

Mauro, yesterday you asked me
what you do if you don't sing.

Do you want to know what you do?

You remind me every day

that I could be holding
a funeral right now.

And not singing on stage.

Max, this is a shitty stage.

It's a shitty stage,
Mauro, but it's a stage.

This is our first official stage.

And if I'm here it's because you
made me believe I could be here.

This is what you do.

You make me believe I
can be whatever I want.

Cecchetto said we are unpresentable.

Unpresentable.

And you know what?

All right.

All right.

We are unpresentable.

So let's show him

how fucking unpresentable can we be.

Now, Mauro!

Let's show him.

Let's do it our way.

Let's do it our way.

Thank you all.

Handsome, good, famous and also modest.

A round of applause for Alessandro Canino!

And now it's time for one of the hits

of this fantastic summer of 1992.

Hi, one thing.

There was a change with the base,
this one is the right one,

this should be put in. Nando already knows everything,
it just needs to be given to the sound engineer.

- Very simple. - Ok. - Thanks.

- A superhero? - Exactly, Gianfranco!

Give a big round of applause to 883!

"I remember the day everything changed."

But what is this stuff?

"The day Mauro...

..he started dancing."

Oh!

Oh!

Oh! Frame, frame those two, frame!

- Down?
- What are you down? What are you down?

"It was the most important
performance of our lives.

That afternoon, there were less
than 100 people under the stage,

but they seemed like 10,000.

The 1992 edition of Cantagiro Giovani
was won by Alessandro Canino,

but we didn't give a shit.

We were Rocky Balboa.

That same evening we told Cecchetto

that we would never set
foot on that stage again."

You have to respect it!

I don't give a shit!

"He got pissed off, but it didn't
matter, because for some reason

that strange performance had made
the rounds of all the magazines."

"But above all of all the televisions."

883!

- The 883! - The 883!

"Everyone had seen Mauro dance.

A few weeks later we were
invited to Vota la Voce,

where we won two Telegatti,
which for some reason my father

he kept thinking they were real gold."

I don't know what's inside, I don't...
But I can't break them!

"Mauro dancing was what we were
missing to truly be the 883."

Then...

..this one here.

How much is it?

"Now the whole world knew who we were."

Let's take an X-ray of your wrist
and figure it all out, okay?

- What is he doing? No! - Are you Max?

Oh my God, I know all your songs by heart!

- Please, can you give me an autograph?
- Stay back!

All my friends are crazy about you.

"And maybe I knew it too."

Hi, huh!

Don't worry, you were only an hour late.

Well, that's a record...

Silvia. Silvia, I don't know if I
want to be your friend anymore.

I realized it when you kissed me.

Yeah, that's right. I, no, actually
I do want to be your friend,

but not only that. - Max, I...

No, no, no, let me finish, please.

I know what you think, I know what
you think, that you're scared,

that you don't know what to
do with your life, I know.

But enough with being afraid,
enough with being afraid.

What could possibly happen? Let's try.

- Nothing bad is happening.
- But how do you know?

Because yes, because I know, because I
know, because I know everything about you.

I know you were making fun of
me when you were pretending

of not knowing how to drink beer.

I know you actually hate bowls.

Smarties, only eat the brown ones.

I know you secretly listen to Bon Jovi.

I know you smoke in secret, I
know when you blow out the smoke

you do it three times.

Make it three...

..this thing here. I know you
never really liked Alessandro,

because what the fuck did Alessandro know?

And above all I know that when you
are with me you laugh, you laugh,

and when I'm not there you miss me.

And above all I know that in
this fucking city the only thing

what makes the slightest sense to
me is when you and I are together.

And I also know that you are the
only person who could like it

this shitty machine here.

"I never sold my shit-colored car again,

because that's the car I had

when my life changed forever."