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"When Inter won the 1988-89 Scudetto,

I understood that there are two
types of people: those who rejoice

for a week straight and those like me.

And I'm honest, when Matthaus
put it in from a free kick

in the 38th minute of the second half and
everyone was singing and hugging each other,

I was truly the happiest person on Earth,

but I didn't tell anyone."

So, Mr. Cupperi,

Now to be more relaxed
let's go to the hospital.

He just had an arrhythmia, nothing major,

very understandable, by the way.

No, because it is neither
the first nor the last.

whose heart accelerates in
the presence of a star.

So, really?

But do we have to do
this gag on every call?

Look, none of this is true.

I only went to Italia Uno once as a guest.

Listen to me, thank goodness you had a
heart attack today, because tomorrow

that one is on TV again.

I'm actually going on the radio tomorrow.

I told you, I have a business appointment.

If I say it's work, is it better?

Will you stop taking the piss?

Sorry, but isn't this your job?

No, this is volunteering. The
Civil Service ended a while ago.

I'm still here because inexplicably

I like you two.

"Because if you leave too
much room for happiness,

then you end up believing it.

And instead, the ass-fuck is
always around the corner."

The 883!

Max Pezzali and Mauro Repetto!

883!

- Massimo? - Eh.

But isn't it possible that
they might ask you for money?

Mom, they should actually
offer us the money.

But for what? To sing?

And then why don't you
take the train, Massimo?

Mom, they reserved a spot for
us in the internal parking lot.

And what do we do, do we arrive by train?

- What kind of shit are we
making of ourselves? - Massimo!

What a figure, what a figure are we making?
What the fuck!

- Massimo. - Dad, but...

You know how much I paid for the radiator

when was the last time you went to Milan?

Dad, excuse me, is it my fault if
you buy a van that falls apart?

Guys, but here, I mean, what the fuck!

But I already feel like an
idiot driving around in a van

who has my last name written on the side,

then if I also have to beg to have
it, we're at a paradox, guys!

Come on, let's eat in silence, it's better.

"Nobody believed it.

It was therefore normal that Mauro
and I were at least skeptical.

compared to this Cecchetto thing."

It could also just be a greeting, eh.

Max, as soon as you have space, overtake.

Well, he heard the tape, he didn't like it,

but maybe he didn't even hate it
that much and he wants to see us,

understand what we do, things like that.

Max, overtake though.

Maybe he didn't even recognize us.

I mean, maybe we should have
written that we were I Pop first.

- Come on, get over it, Max! Go, go, up.
- Yes, yes, yes, yes.

And these?

I don't know, I don't think
they're here for us, though.

Or does it? Is that how it works?
I don't know.

- Mauro? - Huh?

Are you sure he told you they let
us use the internal parking?

Ah, Max, for the last time, he told me:

"Hi, do you need internal parking?"

I replied, "Hi! Yes, we would love to."

Did I make that up, Max?

- Do I make things up?
- I don't know, Mauro.

- Can we enter the internal parking lot?
- Okay.

- Let's go to the internal parking lot.
- Yes.

Yes, who is it?

Yes, good morning, we are Max
Pezzali and Mauro Repetto.

From Pavia.

Ah! He?

I told you so.

What idiots, look. Where are you going?

Slowly! Stop, stop, pull
over there, pull over there!

- Stop! - Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Turn off this machine!

Pull over there because 40 assholes
are coming with three minivans

and two cars, but not even
if it were Cossiga, oh!

No, I don't understand. Who's coming?

But haven't you seen them
outside with the T-shirts?

Metallica are coming, right?

"We were in the same
parking lot as Metallica."

We're in the same parking lot as Metallica.

They're Metallica.

"Now, for those who don't
remember, in the 90s Radio Deejay

it was the Olympus of music, the
fucking Italian Tower Records.

The dream of every singer,
aspiring singer or young artist.

That place was the center of
the world, a dream factory

where everything became possible."

These guys have already pissed me off.

What is the low one called?

The low one, the drummer.

Lars Ulrich.

Lars Ulrich? Now that one is such a
pain in the ass you have no idea.

He asked me for a pomegranate juice.

But why is pomegranate squeezed?

Hey, who the fuck are these two?

Eh, it's the 883.

You asked me for the appointment.

Nothing, complete emptiness.

Pezzali Massimo...

..the boys from Pavia.

Oh, but of course!

My guys from Pavia, why
didn't you tell me before?

So, Ale, now you stop all my phone calls

I want to have a nice
conversation with these two

and I don't want to be disturbed.

Shall we go to my office? - Yes.

All right, guys, stop everyone.

I heard the tape. The piece
is legendary, beautiful.

"Don't Mean It" is a fucking breakup song,

whether pop or rock, it
comes from the stomach.

But, if I may say, do you know
what the turning point was?

Italian.

And in fact, what did I repeat to
you that time we saw each other?

"Sing in Italian, sing in
Italian, sing in Italian",

I've told you a hundred times

and you say, "No, no,
let's sing in English."

English makes you cool.

I understand, huh, that
you are half American

and unfortunately here we are in Italy.

No, I'm not American.

Are you English?

Australian?

South African?

Where the fuck are you from?

I am from Pavia.

Here's why 883 is the postal code of Pavia?

- No, no, no. - No.

Or is it the prefix?

It's actually a motorbike.

It's the name of our
dream, a Harley Davidson.

A Harley Davidson.

Ok.

I'm confused, we'll talk about
this story about the name later.

Anyway "Don't get me wrong"...

..it's the bomb.

And we'll throw it out in a few days,

but we have to make an
album here right away.

Summer is just around the corner and you
guys must be making me panic since June.

So the question is…

..do you have the songs to make an album?

"It's not true that trains change your life

they pass only once, they pass many
times and they are all different:

regional, inter-regional, commuter,
intercity, intercity night.

The truth?

We had nothing, but this was
the fucking Japanese train

which goes at 700 an hour."

Of course we have them.

"He had seamlessly transitioned
from 883 to Harley Davidson,

and Harley Davidson at Honda.

Honda, Japan. Japan, sushi.

And when he found out that
we had never eaten sushi,

he had gone mad."

I was Minoru's third customer
when he opened in '77.

In '84 I took Claudio Villa to dinner.

He was sitting at this same
table where you are sitting.

If I think about his face when they
brought him the otoro sashimi...

..damn, I laughed out loud.

But tell me about yourselves,
I basically know nothing.

I know you're from Pavia. Do you
have any kind of strange origins?

No, I'm still from Pavia.

I told you something stupid.

Claudio Villa was not '84, he was '82,

when I presented Sanremo,
incredible edition!

I managed to bring Kiss to Rai Uno
in prime time. Do you understand?

Kiss! That bunch of old guys
didn't even know who they were.

They say to me: "Eh, but how do
we carry them? Those don't move."

And I say, "Relax, they're
moving, they're moving."

But have you ever tried sake?

No.

Excuse me, can I ask you for a
hot sake, which my friends here

have they never tried it?

"After Sanremo 1982, it was the
turn of the passion for Inter

that united us, to get to how
with the money of 'Gioca Jouer'

he had founded a radio, which
was then an artistic project,

and how we, for some reason
we couldn't rationalize,

we were part of that project."

Guys, it was a really fun night.

I'm very happy to have gotten
to know you a little better.

Thanks for dinner then.

Of course, dinners are always on me.
Talents never pay.

Can I call you a taxi?
Where are you in Milan?

No.

- Eh, actually now we're going
back to Pavia. - To Pavia.

In what sense are you returning to Pavia?

No, sorry, but this is not good at all.

You can't record an album
from a distance, no!

No, let's do this, we'll give
you an apartment, a cool one,

we have several where we keep
the boys who work for us.

I leave the recording
studio at your disposal

for about fifteen days.
Is that enough for you?

- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Huh?
Sounds like a great plan to me.

Write and record, write and record,

and in two weeks you bring me the
first album of... What was it like?

883.

883. - Yes.

883.

I'm starting to like it.

Cute.

See you on the radio on Monday.
- Mh-mh, okay.

883.

883, 883.

Oh, so...

Mh?

Good night.

Until tomorrow.

But now, I know it's late,

but just to make sure he understood.

We started from this same
point a few hours ago

that we were two ordinary
assholes who had made a song

in a tavern, right?

Right.

And a few hours later...

..we're still two assholes
who made a song in a tavern,

for God's sake, though... - Mh.

..they eat Japanese, live in
Milan and have to make an album

produced by the largest
Italian manufacturer, right?

Yeah, this... this thing about the songs...

..it could be a problem, but yes.

Oh well, goodnight then.

- Good night. - Good night.

And then, now...

..just to make sure I understand...

Mh.

..when Cecchetto said "Don't
beat me up" he throws her out...

Mh.

..outside meant...

..in radio?

I didn't understand a damn thing.

Optimal.

Yes.

This seems like a great start to me.

- Good night. - Good night. - Good night.

Maximum.

Mom, what the fuck are you doing?
You're giving me a heart attack!

- But have you seen what time it is?
- Massimo?

It will be 02:00. What time is it?

- No, it's almost 4:00, crazy stuff!
- Massimo?

Look, you can't just do
whatever you want, eh? - Massi?

Dad, the van is fine, I
parked it in the usual spot.

Good night.

But then what did you do
in Milan all this time?

Mom, I had a business appointment,
like I told you before.

And if you really want to know, if you're
interested, it went very well, too.

This producer told us
that we can go to Milan

to make my first record.
Mom, you understand?

Your son makes a record, you
should be happy, but you're not.

I'm leaving to live in Milan on Monday.
See you.

I'm leaving this old people's house.

- And what about the Red Cross? - Eh!

That you have already decided not to
go to university and that's fine.

That is, "it's okay", we'll make do!

Now you want to give up the Red Cross too?

Look, Massimo, these things
are not decided like that.

from one day to the next.

Mom, aside from the fact that I never
talked about leaving the Red Cross,

but then what the fuck do I have to tell you?
Do you understand that I have to make a record?

Damn, a real record, mom!

Don't drive me crazy,
please, I need to rest.

Maximum!

Look, I don't like this story about Milan.

Look, you can't do whatever you want here.

Massimo, this house is not a hotel!

Nothing.

Basically tomorrow I'm
going to live in Milan...

..and to make my first record.

Max, what the fuck are you saying?

No, I swear.

I mean, then Cecchetto says "Don't beat
around the bush" and sends her out.

What does "outside" mean?

I do not know.

I mean, I still have to figure it out.

It must be a technical term.

But, excuse me, how do you do it? I
mean, you drop everything and go there?

How do you do it with the Red Cross?

You're having the same
reaction as my mother.

Okay, but I...

Meaning what...

..it's actually a big deal.

No, yes.

My friend is becoming famous!

But how famous!

No no.

You have...

Ah, you make me take the piss out of you.

Cisco, what the fuck do you want?

If you insist on this thing about friends,
which he doesn't believe in by the way

absolutely no one, then you force
me to take the piss out of you.

Max...

..that one wants to fuck.

It's an opportunity, you have to take it.

There are people, poor
things, who never get laid.

It would be wrong towards them.

Cisco, what the fuck
kind of advice is this?

Come on.

Well, since you don't follow any
advice, at least take this one.

What the hell is this?

It's your survival kit for Milan.

Everything you need is in there.

Cisco, they're all jars of pesto.

Pesto is essential for
surviving away from home,

It is the primary source of income.

- Then, okay, I also put a condom on you...
- Yes.

..because I'm an incurable optimist.

Well done, thank you. Now let's
go, Mauro is waiting for us.

Oh, before I leave I wanted
to show you something.

Well, they say that with the
various Nintendo, Super Nintendo,

Sega Master, what the fuck do I know...

..the kids don't go there anymore...

..and they closed it.

Damn, we used to spend our days here.

Times change, we don't.

I'm thinking of taking it over.

Cisco, what the fuck are you talking about?

You just said nobody goes there
anymore, the whole Sega thing.

Are you taking over management of it now?

Games just need to be updated, they
are not the most important thing.

For example, you were hopeless,
but you came anyway, why?

I wasn't that bad.

Because the guys on the wall in
Pavia would freeze their asses off.

They need an enclosed place to overwinter.

And who are we to deny it?

Cisco, are you sure this
is the right thing?

Max, some things don't change,
they will never change.

Also the fact that now you go
to Milan to sing your songs,

It doesn't mean you're no longer here.

And the factory?

And maybe I'll give up the factory.
But let me dream too, damn it!

Come on, let's go, go, otherwise your
holiday village friend will go to pieces.

Oh, but do you realize what time it is?

I know, I know, we're late, come on.

But how the fuck long did it take you?

- Yes, go, go. - But can you stay
late on your first day of work?

Hey, first day on the job!
Elton John has arrived.

Whose are these shoes?

They're not shoes, they're
a survival kit in Milan.

Did you call Cecchetto's secretary?

And do we need pesto to survive?

Pesto is essential for survival.

Out of the house, yes. Did you
call Cecchetto's secretary?

I also put a condom on. I
didn't get one for you.

because it seemed like a waste to me.
- Guys, please.

- Listen, I don't like this tone of
voice you have, huh. - Cisco, go away.

And instead you're happy about it because
I'll have it for the whole trip.

Did you call the secretary about
the apartment, yes or no?

Yes, I called her. She says
there's always someone at home,

that we have our own room, that tomorrow
morning they are waiting for us on the radio,

who want to record "Don't bother me",

to send her out during the week.
- What the fuck does "send her out" mean?

- Can we talk about it on the way?
- It's technical jargon.

You're not a musician, you
can't understand, come on.

Max, are you sure you want to go up to
Milan with the blond guy behind you?

Cisco, don't get involved too.

I've told you a thousand
times that I'm light brown.

-Shall we leave with this damn car?
-Let's leave, let's leave.

But first we need gasoline.

"One hour and 10 minutes by Marco Masini."

Cisco, thank you very much.

Forget about it.

Maximum?

Whatever happens...

..whatever happens...

..don't you dare go home with that condom.

"All we had was an address,

a plate on an intercom

and an evidently invented
name: Rosario Fiorello."

Hey presto!

- Good morning. Good morning.

Mica so much.

Let's go.

Eh, what...

Hey!

Wait, wait, wait!

Hi!

There's a corridor full of smoke!

Yes.

Thank you.

Third room.

THANKS.

Hi! Hello.

It's just that maybe he's sleeping, eh.
Actually, he's not there at all, maybe.

And if it's not there, you have to leave.

Well then, guys, I'm sure
you'll have a great time.

This is a crazy place, but
like all houses to share,

There are rules that must be respected.
- Yes.

- So, the girls, if Alexander isn't
there, they can't stay. - Okay.

Because if you don't kick them out it's
a mess. I'm not even going to tell you.

Oh! No smoke!

I told you! No smoke!

Last time they clogged
up the corridor so much

that it took me half an hour
to get to the bathroom.

Ok, so if Alexander is not
there, the girls have to go.

- Exactly. - Got it, okay.

- Which is a shame, if you think about it.
- Yeah, I know. - I understand.

Then?

No, that's it.

Ah! Ah.

And no, in fact this is the
only rule in the house.

Well, come on, come on. Strength.

Huh? I don't understand.

And then these rules have been
there since they found out

where Alexander lived, because before it
was a fairly manageable coming and going.

Anyway, I'm Rosario, but my
friends call me Fiorello.

- Hello. - Pose...

Ah.

Yes. Max.

Okay, tell me about yourselves, okay?

- Tomorrow you're recording, you'll
make your first album. - Yes.

Damn, guys, this is fucking awesome!

What is the name of the song?

Eh, nothing...

Oh, this intro is beautiful.
I really like the choruses.

In fact, I really like the whole piece.

It's incredible that
these two pulled it out.

Help him put his ideas
together, sort out the texts

and we come up with a Superchart album.

Please, close this quickly so
we can send it out right away.

Oh, so?

No promotion, no launch?

- Songs have to speak for themselves.
- Ok. - Never like in this case.

Alright, guys, thanks.

Eh, let's start from the beginning
and now let's do Max's voices.

Ok.

And "Don't beat around the bush" is gone.

Now the shit starts.

I have a lot of good notes,
which are practically

they are finished songs, but we have
to be careful, because if we fall

in the trap of "okay, we have
some songs ready", that is...

What?

What did Cecchetto say?

Why do we like you, Max?

I'll tell you.

We like...

..because we're pissed.

Let's make a pissed off piece.

"Pissed off"...

..like Masini?

No, Max, not like Masini.
No, like Masini, no.

But Masini is pissed off.

Yes, but Masini is pissed off with the
world, let's get pissed off with...

..with... I don't know, with someone.
Let's get pissed off at someone.

- Who are we... with? - I don't
know, let's get pissed off with...

..someone. Go! Are you pissed?

- No. - No, no, bad.

Get pissed off, show me you're pissed
off, show me... Are you pissed off?

- Oh, why don't you get pissed?
- Okay. - Get pissed!

A pissed off piece, let's
make it pissed off.

- Let's piss him off!
- Hey, let's piss him off! - Can I?

- Yes, certainly.

The pen. Excuse me.

Thank you. Thank you. - Drink?

I'll keep it, thanks.

Good work, thanks.

Who do you want to get pissed off at?

With a guy... a guy who wants
to steal your girl, huh?

- Beautiful! - Beautiful yes.

Come on! Nice.

Come on!

♪ Hey, you, little boy, ♪

♪ maybe you don't realize... ♪

♪ ..if you try with her ♪

♪ you are risking a very bad end... ♪

"Things I remember from
those five weeks in Milan."

"The annoying noise of the night tram."

Alexander is not here, you have to wait.

Alexander is not here, you have to wait.

-Alexander isn't here, you have to wait.
-Good evening. -Good evening, guys.

"The house full of models at all hours."

883 from Pavia.

883 from Pavia.

Was she pissed off enough?

"A shitty double bed that
Mauro and I shared."

We can do better.

Tomorrow we will do better.

Good night.

♪ Hey, you, little boy, ♪

♪ you know that I have
in my inside pocket... ♪

♪ ..I always carry an Uzi, ♪

♪ you better disappear before I get it. ♪

♪ With just one burst I can... ♪

No, wait, wait, wait, no. Guys, guys!

Excuse me for a moment.

What the fuck is an "Uzi"?

- Well. - Yeah, it's a...

- To understand.
- Yes, it's a machine gun, Pierpa.

Eh, but maybe people don't know that.

I mean, maybe we need to explain a
little better what this Uzi is.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, okay.

Yes, but enough with these
damn cigarettes now, ah!

I'm not saying that.

I'm saying that maybe it's a
little too violent still, right?

In fact, we are not pissed off with the
world in general, we are pissed off

with the one who stole the
girl from us in the song.

Maybe people don't know what an Uzi is.

And in fact we specify.

How are you? We worked well today.

Pierpaolo didn't understand
this thing about violence.

Talking about violence today, Max...

Change half a word! - Sorry, Pierpaolo.

That is, pissed off yes, but never vulgar.

Maximum verbal violence,
minimum physical violence.

- Pasta? - Mauro, let's go.

It seems... good to me.

Anyway, come on, I'd say good.
I mean, it's a nice song.

It took us a while to find
it, but the piece fits.

Maybe tomorrow we'll talk about
the others, what do you say?

- Yes. Okay? - All right.

Ok.

- Thanks, Pierpaolo. Bye guys.
- Thanks, bye.

- See you tomorrow. - Bye. - Bye.

"We were screwed."

Look how people like Pierpaolo piss me off.

When they tell you it's okay,
it means it made them shit.

When they tell you that it made
them shit, then maybe they can...

Max...

..where is the pussy?

Things?

Are you the boys from Pavia?

Claudio told me great things about you.

I'm Alexander, nice to meet you.

"The mysterious Alexander, the reason
for all those models in the house,

it was actually Sandy Marton.

We had been sleeping for two
weeks without knowing it.

at home with Sandy Marton, the
one from 'People from Ibiza',

'Love Synchronicity', the absolute
God of Radio Deejay music."

Do you want some pasta?

I don't know why it's
always full of pesto here.

"Sandy Marton, the legend,
was there in front of us.

and he was making us pasta with pesto."

And when it's time to pay, they all
look at me and I see them thinking:

"Oh, but this is the one
from 'People from Ibiza',"

"imagine if he doesn't
have the wheat", right?

Just honestly, guys, the times
are what they are, right?

- And so I say, "I'll get an invoice."
- Yes.

At least I unload.

There, oh...

..and consumed by tragedy.

Why?

Because my address is on the invoice.

Ah!

And the cashier sold it to who knows who.

There you can't understand
anything anymore.

Girls any time of day, any
time of night, always!

- Hell, huh? - Hell.

Eh! I know myself, in the end this girl

It's not that I'm telling him no. - Eh, no.

Damn, it seems ugly to me too, doesn't it?

There are people who, poor
things, never get laid.

No. Then go from rude...

..it's ugly.

But Sandy, is the duffel bag
because you're going on vacation?

No, guys.

I'm retiring.

Oh yeah, come on!

"La paloma blanca" went like shit

and even "Love Synchronicity"
wasn't exactly a big hit, eh.

I think my singing career is over.

I'm giving up everything.

I'm going to Ibiza and I'm also late.

Oh, are you going home?

I've never been there.

But did you know that tourism in Ibiza
has increased by 70% thanks to me?

And every time everyone
asks me: "Sorry, Sandy,"

"Is everything in Ibiza as incredible
as you talk about in your songs?"

And I say yes, but I don't know.

Maybe to be truly successful
you have to be sincere.

Do you want some advice, guys? - Yes.

In the songs...

..talk about things you know.

Talk about the places and experiences
you have actually lived.

All right, guys, I'm running away now.

Thanks for all the pests, eh.

- Bye bye.

"We never saw him again, but
I can say that Sandy Marton

it changed our lives.

And that maybe the time
had come to start again

from what we left at home."

I'm telling you, your mother is pissed off.

No, no, Cisco, stop, stop, stop, stop!
One at a time, please.

They weigh, come on. He's right.

I entered the house in
the middle of the night,

I moved halfway out of the tavern. - Yes.

You couldn't wait until
tomorrow, could you?

Cisco, thank you very much.

Really, we can't work without our stuff.

We understood that we have to be honest.

In what sense?

Have you ever shot yourself
with a machine gun?

Okay, but the house isn't bad, come on.

Yes, yes. We're setting up a little
now, so if you want to go, go ahead,

that you start work early tomorrow,
I guess. - No, I don't...

..I don't go to the factory anymore.

I left this morning.

Is it about that Jolly Blue thing?

No.

No, I mean, I just don't go anymore.

La Jolly Blue?

Damn, we spent our whole
lives in that place.

Max, what did Sandy Marton say at dinner?

Sandy Marton?

He said, 'Be honest, talk
about what you know, ' Max.

Was Sandy Marton here for dinner?

Max, the Jolly Blue is what we know.

What we need to talk about, the Jolly Blue.

Not the machine guns, not the
fucking Uzis, the Jolly Blue, Max!

You also wrote something in that notebook.

I closed it for you like a fool.
Where is the notebook?

Sandy Marton, excuse me, is
that the singer, the blond one?

Him? I mean, was he here with you?

Here, Max, here. Here are our
songs, the ones that were missing.

They've always been here.

- We have to get them down right now.
- Right now, right now.

Before Fiorello comes back because he
gets pissed off. Cisco, you are a genius.

- Thank you! Well done! - See you in Pavia.

See, you're not useless? Good job!

Guys, you can't make me
come here at night though.

and then make me go away.

I mean, it's almost an hour's drive!

♪ It's been a long time but
I have it all inside me, ♪

♪ in Ticino to take pictures and
race with the motorbikes, ♪

♪ with the 125 for the Language Course, ♪

♪ Radios always at full blast,
just barely staying afloat. ♪

♪ Even with 50 lire you felt
like a great gentleman, ♪

♪ we helped each other, a collection
and it would pass to you. ♪

♪ We went to the disco in
the afternoon and danced ♪

♪ in a lame way but we always have been. ♪

Yes, boys, boys! Boys!

Aside from the fact that we have
to set a time for the rehearsals.

Yes, sorry.

Yes. - But then why do you always
have to put yourselves down?

The song is cool, but that disco ending

where you dance like losers, what is it?

No, it's the least rock thing
I've ever heard in my life.

- Oh. - Okay, it's true, it's...

I mean, because in the end
we were having fun, not...

Yeah, I mean, nice.

So let's say it.

Let's specify it.

No, because otherwise it's not clear.

Ah.

Come on, read, read, go on. Go on.

♪ We went to the disco in
the afternoon and danced ♪

♪ in a lame way but we had fun. ♪

"And suddenly all the thoughts
written in that notebook

in the last two years, all the
bullshit with my parents,

afternoons wasted in Pavia
with Cisco, the Jolly Blue,

our shitty summers, our
unattainable dreams,

everything was becoming music."

- Silvana? Yes, Silvana from Perugia.

- Welcome, Silvana. Thank you.

Guys, in two days you recorded three songs:

"Jolly Blue", which is the best
thanks to my contribution.

Ah!

Then there's "S'inkazza" and that one,
the one about Pavia, what's it called?

- "The problem." - "The problem"!

I'd say we're there, right?

You have the album.

We need to celebrate.

But not with this damn pesto, though.

I'll go.

- But who is he?
- I don't know. MAX: I don't know.

Max, well, I understand that you
don't want to jump for joy.

- No, no. - No, but it looks
like you're going to a funeral.

Yes, it must be because my father and
I went to so many funerals together.

We did just that...

..funerals. I mean, no...

..well. - You guys are weird though, eh.

Yes, but in fact.

Max?

It's for you.

HI.

HI.

Some pasta with pesto?

And so this is Sandy Marton's bed.

Yes, in fact I probably
wouldn't sit on it, you know,

because without sheets it's a bit...

..or rather, no... Stand up, better.

Otherwise...

Anyway, thanks. Maybe I should
have called you sooner.

- You're busy, you're playing.
- No, no, no, no, no.

No, it's just that I was here
for something and I said:

"Okay, I'll just stop by to say
hello for a moment", anyway I saw

that the last train in case leaves...

Silvia, really, really, you can stay.
There's no problem, really.

It's just that I was going
a little crazy at home.

Mh-mh.

AND...

- So? - For the rest?

Excuse me.

- No, I mean... - Okay.

Nail.

I wanted to tell you, if you
want and need anything,

I'm right here in front, in
the room across the way.

Ok.

All right.

Good night.

Good night.

Now I know it's late...

..but it's just to make sure he understood.

Mh.

Today we recorded our first album.

Then the girl...

..who you've been madly in love
with since we've known each other,

which is the same thing...

..why you started making music...

..it's in the room next door.

Which is also Sandy Marton's
room, but whatever.

And you are here...

..with me... looking at the ceiling.

Yes, but it had nothing to do with me.

I mean, she came here for
some of her own business.

- And then we're just friends.
Max, I swear...

..if you don't get up now and go over there
and talk to us, I'm leaving the group.

Aside from the fact that it's not
technically a group, it's a couple.

Max.

Oh, you sound like Cisco to me.

And with that I was offended.

Come on, get the fuck out of there.

"It had been almost three years
since that day at the funeral.

Yet, every time I saw Silvia,
it had the same effect on me."

You know, maybe I should
have accepted that pasta?

I didn't eat anything.

"I remember that hamburger...

..the silence of the place all for us

and Silvia, who, on the other hand,
didn't keep quiet for a moment.

He said that with Ale they
were at an all-time low,

that he didn't care about
jurisprudence anymore

and that every time he left Pavia

it was like he was breathing again."

"And then I remember he added..."

And you and that girl you told me
about, do you still see each other?

You never told me anything else.

These are two boys who come,
mind you, from Pavia.

Their names are...

- "But most of all, that evening..."
- What?

- ..know them as the 883. - Wait.

The 883s, like the motorbike.

We have an expert.

Yes, the 883, like the motorbike,
and this is their first single,

think, here exclusively
for us at Radio Deejay...

Excuse me.

.. "Don't get me wrong."

Can you turn up the radio for a moment?

"I remember how I felt, when for
the first time in my life..."

Max, how cool!

He made it! He made the song!

"someone looked at me like that."

- I have to tell Mauro. - Oh, yes!

Yes!

Keep the change.

No, no, no, no!

Go, Silvia!

Go piano, oh!

Excuse me!

Mauro!

- Oh, what is it? - Wake up! She's out!

The radio, the radio, the radio, take it.
The radio!

"Don't beat me up" is
out, they sent her out.

These were the 883 with "Non
me la menare", the new single

of the week on Radio Deejay.
I am Francesco.

I am Andrea.

And we'll see you tomorrow at the
same time and remember that...

Hey, hello madam. Yes, I'm
Ale again, Alessandro.

- Is Silvia back? No Ale, not yet.

Maybe I'll wait here anyway,
it won't take long anyway.

Do you know where I was born?

No.

Ceggia, Veneto, a tiny village.

You know why I never talked
about it in any song,

in no piece, in practically no interview?

No.

Because nobody gives a shit.

Nobody gives a shit about Ceggia,

some bullshit about the province.

Imagine what he cares about Pavia,

of your mother getting
pissed off, of the arcade.

So, in the end we have...

..five songs.

Eh! But the one that can give a
name to a record is missing.

But if you give us a few more
days, we'll have the right song

we're taking it out. I mean, we're not...

..you can't throw
everything away like this,

but then we are full of ideas, full of...
- But no.

Nobody throws anything away here.

It's just that, let's be
clear, we burned the summer,

in winter an album like this is not
made and we are already in 1993,

and 1993 is the fu-tu-re.

No, but also look at Sandy.

He lived for ten years with one song.

No, but me too, eh.

Eh, I only made one song too.

So no tragedies, nothing serious happened.

Now we are enjoying the success
of "Non me la menare" and...

..in a few months we'll understand
if our ideas have cleared up, okay?

"View?

The asshole always comes."

Ok.

Then thank you.

Hello lads.

And what about our new
jingles at 5:00 pm, 6:00 pm?

17:00.

"You know something else about trains,
especially the very fast ones.

Japanese going 700 miles an hour?"

I mean, so?

I don't understand, no album?

"Climbing up them is the most
beautiful thing in the world."

Let's go home, Mauro.

"But if you hit them in the
face they hurt like hell."

We have to deliver the artwork for the
other album, how far along are you?

I need a week.