Original subtitles

Come on, kids!

Come on!

Mamadou!

Number... Number...

Three!

That's Mamadou, he's 4 and was born here in Milan,

our language is the first he learned and he speaks it well for his age.

He loves cutlets and saffron rice...

Basically, Mamadou is a brilliant example of integration.

This precious, wonderful gem blossomed here

thanks to one man.

Not this man.

-Tissues? -No, thanks.

This man!

-My friend! -I'm not your friend.

-5 euros. -It's not raining.

-4 euros then. -Give me a break.

My friend, I'll sell you this amazing watch.

A high class watch for you.

-yours forjust 10 euros. -No, thanks.

Just 10.

My friend!

I have a hearty breakfast, then go to the pool and relax.

I've been going there for 30 years. Did you have a nice vacation?

No.

Anyway, Mr. Cavallaro, you can pay these online now.

You can save time and the service fee.

I know, but I like having human contact.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

-So? -Let's carry on.

Let's carry on.

My friend!

My friend, I waited.

-We're still not friends. -Just one euro, my friend.

I don't have a euro because I paid taxes. Do you pay taxes?

It's like a battlefield every day!

Thanks, Guido.

And they call you "my friend", but we're not friends.

You and l are friends, right?

-After 30 years... -Tell him.

That's what matters.

Things that don't change, routines.

This Moroccan coffee will always be the same thanks to you.

-Tell him, tell him now. -What?

Mario...

I have something to tell you.

Guido, we're friends, you can tell me.

I'm selling the café.

Selling the café?

To whom?

The Egyptian guy from the kebab shop. He's looking to expand.

But...

Guido... who'll make my Moroccan coffee?

The Egyptian.

The Egyptian?

My friend, want some socks? Good quality.

Good price.

No, leave me alone, I'm not in the mood.

I didn't sell anything today.

I know how that feels.

Please...

They're high quality.

My friend, just look at them.

I don't need anything, especially not socks.

Why? They're good quality "Isle" socks.

Lisle socks, the word is "Lisle".

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There. If everything would stay in its place...

CLOSED

OPEN

"Isle" socks...

Mario?

Hi, Gisella.

Today I found out the truth about Lady Diana. It was on TV.

A famous reporter who's close to the Spencers

claims that Charles enlisted the Secret Service

for the car crash that killed Lady Diana and Dodi Al-Fayed,

it was a crime of passion.

Charles couldn't bear Dodi having someone else.

This is the heart of the matter

which shocked public opinion and me!

Could you hold this basket if you're not too shocked?

Did you hear me? Charles is gay! Isn't that shocking news?

No, Gisella.

Fine, I'll be waiting downstairs.

I'll leave the door open.

Snails are good,

wonder what they eat in here.

I'm not collecting them, I brought them from my garden

where they eat my plants, but here they can eat weeds

and keep the area clean. Each creature has its place.

Each creature has its place...

Yes.

Roses?

Give them to your wife, you'll make love.

No, thanks. I'm happily single.

Happily?

Yes, happily. You people even mock us now?

Enough!

Happily...

Gisella?

Come in, it's open.

Sorry I'm late, there was a slight hitch.

Sit down, I'm almost done.

There are muscles that immediately become...

more tone after a few dance steps.

The smile muscles!

Wonderful, right?

-What? -Him.

Wonderful, yes...

What's the big deal, Mario?

I'll no longer see Guido.

I've gone there every day for 30 years,

Guido doesn't go on vacation, like me.

Maybe you should then!

Mario, things change. That's the beauty of life,

-go with the flow. -If they change for the better yes,

but an Egyptian can't make a better Moroccan coffee than Guido.

-It'll be different. -Exactly.

That café, that sign, the same Guido behind the same counter

for 35 years, and before him

was his father for 30 years day and night till he died.

-Of starvation? -No dear, of a heart attack.

While lifting up the coffee machine.

But Guido is abandoning me.

Before having a heart attack? What a coward!

Coward...

Poor thing.

What?

I mixed the sacred garden tomatoes with supermarket salad

that comes from God knows where.

Maybe it's radioactive salad from the Ukraine.

Even better,

plutonium's like radiotherapy for the prostate, and at your age...

Is that really Ukrainian salad? Let me see the bag.

Hold on, Mario!

Take this and this.

-What is it? -Help. 5 drops for relaxation,

10 and life is dreamy, 30 and you become a freeze-frame.

Good night, Mario.

Hope so.

Like it?

No good, this is not the same, obviously.

Abdelkader! Can you make a Moroccan?

Sure. We all know how to make a Moroccan...

happy!

My friend!

I'm not your friend.

Relax, my friend. Come, I'll buy you a tea, then we'll get to work.

Hello.

Hi.

Hey, pal. Hey, buddy.

Everything's great.

Come on!

I have other colors too.

No, thanks so much for your help.

I'll think it over.

-Very well. -Thank you.

Thank you.

Yes, l'll take two.

How about two for the price of one? Come on.

-All right. -Thanks.

-Bye, thanks. -Have a good day.

Thanks.

Just for you...

-Morning, Mrs. Nadia. -Morning.

-How's the General? -Fine, as always.

He was born in 1928 and was my father's dear friend.

-You always say that. -The usual four?

The usual four for 20 euros.

Excuse me?

That's the price I'm willing to pay.

Are you kidding?

I already mark them down to 15 a pair.

That boy sells them for 5, I'll get him down to 3.

Nonsense, that's cheap stuff.

They're not ties, they go on feet inside of shoes.

General Coviello's been a client for 50 years,

that cheap stuff isn't...

The General will be putting boxers on his head soon.

20 euros for four pairs.

Listen, I can't imagine that General Coviello...

Bye.

Give me three.

No! No!

Goodbye.

No, wait! Ma'am, wait!

Too late, I bought them from him.

Here, take these for free,

don't put those cheap socks on the General.

-Free? -Free, throw away the others.

Sure... after.

My friend!

-Buddy! -Buddy, my ass!

Buddy, my ass! My friend...

Friendship is something serious. Damn black friend, fuck you!

Fucking black guy!

Calm down... Calm.

Calm.

5 drops for relaxation...

10 and life is dreamy.

Okay.

Calm down, Mario.

Life is dreamy.

Yes, dreamy.

-Want some socks? -No, thanks.

High quality.

Morning.

My friend.

Friends... not really.

Associates of sorts, okay?

Come inside, I'll teach you about socks

and we'll find a way to not step on each other's toes.

Five minutes, I'll make you some tea.

Go ahead.

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Come...

Lisle has nothing to do with it.

It's actually the finest quality Egyptian cotton, imagine that.

Egypt, Lisle, isle...

people couldn't care less.

Socks are nothing but socks...

No, there's a story behind these and it's our duty to entice clients

through our love for what we do.

-Love? -Yes, love.

In fact, when you conclude a sale,

you don't hand over the item, you entrust it.

If you loved what you do and sell,

your business would boom.

My business... is booming.

Feel this:

silk and cashmere... lightweight socks for summer evenings.

Real cashmere, not thatjunk the Chinese sell.

From the undercoat of the Capra hircus,

a goat that lives in harsh environments.

And this, feel it... Duvet undercoat, also known as French cashmere,

with heat retaining properties and unmatched softness, feel.

5 drops for relaxation...

10 and life is dreamy,

30 and you become a freeze-frame,

and 100 drops, what happens with 100 drops, my friend?

Buddy? What would happen with 100 drops?

Okay. Everything will be fine.

My friend, what happened?

Dunno...

My head...

Easy, easy. You're weak.

My friend... drink this.

Drink.

-Drink. -Thanks, my friend.

Good, now let's get some air.

Thanks.

Okay, up...

-Thanks, my friend. -Of course.

Let's go, my friend.

Come.

Now give me your big hands, like that, my friend.

-So tired... -Yes.

Now you can rest as much as you want.

As much as you want,

in with that big head... big foot...

Our buddy is in... Seatbelt is on.

Buddy!

Hey, buddy!

Are you okay there? Comfy enough?

5 drops for relaxation, 10 and life is dreamy...

with 200, 250 drops you'll be out of your skull, right?

My friend, buddy!

Piss off!

No, I don't need my windows washed.

One euro to you, one to someone else

so I thought: "I'll get my own squeegee man".

That way I'll save money.

Bye, buddy. We're all friends!

Gisella, hello.

Mario, you're not coming tonight?

-Nope. -No?

I've decided to go on vacation.

Are you okay?

I'm okay, I'm swell.

Where to?

Where? As you said, Gisella, I'm flowing with life.

-Going alone? -No, with a friend.

-With a friend. -With a friend, Gisella!

When I look into your eyes

I feel a chill through my body

It's the feeling of freedom

That I only feel with you

Buddy!

You light up my words

My gestures and fantasies

Yes, fantasies!

I feel lighthearted and happy... Happy because...

Piss off!

-You take my hand... -I'll take you far away!

Piss off!

Buddy! My friend!

"Isle socks", I need a barrel of drops for you!

-What did you do? -What? I made you some tea.

-My friend. -Untie me.

-Calm down. -No.

-Let's talk. -Untie me.

Let's talk first, my friend.

Where are you taking me?

Where? Where do you want to go?

Piss off!

You are crazy.

-My friend, calm down. -No.

Untie me, untie me.

Calm down, I won't hurt you.

I'm a good person.

-Good people don't do this. -But they do.

There are times when good people

must roll up their sleeves and do their share.

-What do you want? -To take you home.

Where are we?

Near Bologna.

I live in Lampugnano, near Milan.

You don't get it. You might live in Lampugnano, but it's not your home.

I pay 300 euros for a bed, with 10 others.

My point exactly, it's not your home.

Your home is down there, somewhere in Africa.

And that's where I'll take you.

And I'm sure you'll agree that's best for us all.

You want to take me to Africa?

Thanks.

Coffee.

I'm a good person.

May I, ma'am?

The only one.

Bitch.

-Hold on. -More!

You're not taking me seriously...

I'm still thirsty.

There's no more room for you here.

It's like an invasion, understand?

-Racist. -I have nothing against you.

But if I came to your home and sold half-priced rotten bananas

in front of your fresh banana stand,

you'd be irked with me.

It's not about the color of your skin or where you're from.

Sri Lankan, Bengali, African, Chinese are all the same to me.

-Racist. -No, listen...

God put us in a place for a reason.

We should stay where we're born. Can you imagine a school...

a classroom where each student

has a desk with their school supplies,

then suddenly kids from another class

burst into that class because it's warmer.

So now there are 90 students

and it's chaotic and they can't focus,

they're suffocating.

Teacher, I'm suffocating!

Who loses out? Everyone.

There's not enough room here.

Saying "my friend" to people who hate you

because you're the umpteenth they've run into it.

Maybe you hate them too, and you hate what you do.

Isn't it better to go home? I'll give you money.

I need to use the bathroom.

-Is that a yes? Swear. -Yes, you're right.

Now, please...

See? Told you. Told you I was right.

Yes, if everyone did what l'm doing... we'd take you home one at a time.

We'd take you all home.

A humanitarian vacation. And the immigration problem would be solved.

No hard feelings. The trip's on me.

Friends?

Come on, you asshole.

I fucked up... I fucked up.

I think he's dead.

Okay, coming.

Fuck you!

Crazy racist!

For some socks, "Isle" socks, and a shitty life!

I didn't even want to stay in Italy!

Asshole!

Fucking white guy!

Fuck you!

It's crazy.

No, it could be great.

He's nuts, he might not recover.

He hit his head.

Oba, leave it to me.

Hope he doesn't want to report you.

Report me? He kidnapped me.

Oba, it's a golden opportunity for us.

Mr. Mario?

Mario?

Mr. Mario?

Mario?

Are you okay, sir?

Who are you?

You're beautiful.

Mario, I'm Dalida. I'm Oba's sister.

Who's Oba?

Mario, my brother wants to apologize.

What was that?

Come, Mario. I'll help you get up.

Okay.

There...

Mario Cavallaro.

-Mr. Mario... -Yes?

Oba told me everything, and I think you're right.

What you said about going home...

would you take me too?

Home, in Lampugnano?

Africa, Senegal.

You wanted to take one person back... but you can take two.

Listen, miss, I'm sure you can understand...

I might have gone overboard, I did something that...

I understand perfectly. And you seem like a good person.

Umberto, stop it.

Is that another brother? How many are you? It'll get tricky.

No, Mario, come.

Stop it!

It's Umberto, I take care of him. And this is Miss Luna.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Well... Umberto, this is Mario.

Something happened...

My brother and I have to leave Italy immediately.

Our father has died.

-And Mr. Mario Cavallero... -Cavallaro.

Cavallaro, will be accompanying us. Since he's a volunteer

at a refugee association.

I'll leave you with Mr. Mario

while my brother and I pack our bags and I'll pack yours too, Umberto.

I'll call your brother Tancredi and drop you off there.

Thanks so much, Mr. Mario. And you, behave yourself!

All right? Thanks. Really...

I'm off, call me any time. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

What can I say? I like pussy.

-Sit down. -Okay, thanks.

Sorry... sorry.

Don't worry, handicaps aren't contagious.

Of course not... no such thing.

That's not why.

So you're taking them to Africa?

Yes, that was the idea... but we'll see.

You're not normal.

To Africa?

Your brother will be thrilled to have some time with you.

My brother is a dickhead.

Here we are, I'll fill the tank.

-And I'll take a leak. -Great.

Umberto, the bathroom is over here.

Never mind, Mario.

Umberto, where are you going?

What are you doing, Umberto?

What are you doing?

Leave him alone, he's handicapped.

So he can piss on my car?

You know how they are... he might start screaming. Go ahead.

-Go ahead? -Yes...

Almost done.

One of the perks...

-Relax, it's just some piss. -Some piss?

He'll be here in an hour.

We'll have a bite in the meantime.

-We're not hungry. -Not at all?

No, thanks, Mario.

Umberto, behave.

All right. What would you like?

Mussels. Sautéed mussels.

Okay, you get sautéed mussels and I'll...

Sorry, I have to ask... how'll you eat sautéed mussels?

-You. -Me?

Yes, you.

Thanks.

It's not true that Dalida's father died.

-Well... -Well?

I don't think so... not yet. I convinced them to go back.

But don't be mad at her.

Mario...

I like you.

-Why? -Because I pity you.

-You pity me? -I sure do.

Destiny is cruel. Learn to laugh in its face.

Don't give it that satisfaction.

And in any case, hooray for pussy!

Mr. Mario!

Coming. We have to go, Umberto.

Dalida, look at me. Five days.

No more than that....

He's such a jokester. Bye!

He won't last five days.

You look like a queen when you smile.

Mario, shall we go to Africa?

I like when you say my name.

-Isn't the sea lovely? -Yes.

Does it remind you of home?

Our home is 300 km from the sea.

-I would love to take a dip. -Then let's.

But I can't swim.

-You can't? -No...

Really?

That's another thing we have to do, teach you to swim.

You come here by sea and then drown to death.

I thought you wanted to take us all back,

not teach us to live.

-It's about humaneness. -Humaneness...

Mario, can you swim?

-Of course. -Will you teach me?

Yes.

Sure, I'll teach you, why not?

Our bodies naturally float because...

I don't know why but they float.

And if you don't get nervous you can stay afloat, so...

Come on, Mario!

Come in!

Coming.

-Is it cold? -A bit.

Coming.

Here I come.

Coming.

Okay, now I'll place my hand on your back. Okay?

Just relax your body. I'll hold your legs too.

-Okay. -Extend your arms and just relax.

Like that. Okay...

That's good.

Remember that the body knows how to float.

I'll let go. I'll let go.

-Mario? -Yes?

Let go.

Right. Okay, I'm letting go. Watch out for the wave, close your mouth.

-See? -My turn now.

We just learned to float. Swimming is another story.

Good job! The body knows how to float.

-Okay? -Yes.

You're a natural! Good job.

Let's try again?

Go...

-Don't let go. -I won't let go of you.

It's been ages since I've gone swimming.

-Like it? -Not really.

My mom used to drag me to the pool as a kid...

Like Dalida?

Dalida as a person?

Black men sicken you but the women...

You want to throw us men out.

But not the Nigerian whores.

-How dare you! -Come on.

-What? -You'd throw the whores out?

-Yes. -Coherent.

-Anyway, she likes you. -Who?

Dalida, it's true.

She likes guys like you.

Like me?

-Pay her a compliment... -Oh please.

Mario, say... "Umbamaje, so, ko morimoko".

Please!

-"Umbamaje, so, ko morimoko". -Come on.

"Umbamaje, so, ko morimoko".

-Isn't it nice? -I am crazy about it.

I'm glad. It's the best time of day too.

Thanks, Mario.

You have the ass of a hippopotamus.

Thanks, Mario.

Same to you.

-Tired? -Kind of.

-Hungry? -Very.

Me too. We'll stop and eat, then rest up.

Okay.

-A huge dinner... That was delicious. -I'm glad to hear that.

Here we are, this is mine, that is yours.

Well then, good night.

-Good night. And thanks. -It's nothing.

Bye.

We've walked so far

Hoping to find our fortune

We've crossed seas

Forests and then some

We're living in a sort of dream

Where joy knows no respite...

Are you done? Come here.

You're a drag, my friend.

A pain in the butt!

Today was one of the greatest days of my life.

Your smile as you learned how to swim,

your eyes taking in that new discovery...

Your body all wet like a mermaid

in my hands that held you up like a goddess.

Your relaxation and joy...

I will never forget this day.

Umbamaje, so, ko morimoko.

Yours, Mario.

Amazing.

I never thought something like this could happen for us here.

And you didn't want to do it!

I've never been an optimist.

I have.

And I'm sure it's a great opportunity.

We'll get married...

at home.

With our parents and siblings.

We'll have a huge party,

and when we come back things will be different.

Why?

I just have a feeling.

I don't know.

I'm afraid.

With everything we went through to get here...

What if we can't get back?

We will.

Try to be nicer to Mario.

Treat him like a friend who's giving us a honeymoon trip.

At first I hated him because he's a racist

now I hate him more because he likes you.

Jealous?

-You're jealous! -You're flirting with him.

And I'll continue to do so.

Because without him we can't go or come back.

Let's sleep now, I'm tired.

Racist!

Crazy racist!

"Your relaxation and joy..."

I'm such a dumbass!

"Your eyes taking in that new discovery,

your body all wet like a mermaid..."

A real poet.

Dumbass.

A real dumbass.

Go home, Mario. Go home.

Fuck.

What shall we do?

Water skiing?

Kite surfing?

Horseback riding?

Horseback riding.

I'm sure Mario can teach you to ride.

Or we can stay in the room all day and order room service.

-Stop, you asshole! -Oba?

Stop!

Get out! Get out!

-Get out! -I was going to the store.

-You were running off. -I was going to the store.

You were going to leave us here.

Listen, Oba, this was all a mistake, I want to go back home.

I paid the bill, you can stay till tomorrow,

I shouldn't have done what I did.

Now you want to go home?

First you kidnap me to take me to Africa and now you back out?

I know, it was wrong, I wasn't thinking straight.

Mario...

Mario, can you and I talk?

I talked sense into him.

How?

He wouldn't even listen to me.

Well, I guess I have a better way with words.

He's a shithead.

Think what you will but control yourself

or the trip is over.

Fine.

You control yourself, too.

Control yourself.

We're on time for the ferry.

Naples-Tunis, then Senegal is just around the corner.

It's faster to go from the north.

-North, where? -From Spain.

You think? Maybe to come here, but this way is faster to go.

What's the rush? Can't we stop off somewhere else?

Mario, take us to a stunning place, as our goodbye to Italy.

I'm sure you know lots of places.

Sure, of course. I know lots of them.

A romantic place?

-In all these years I never realized it! -Realized what?

You took off with a "friend"...

and are asking about a romantic place!

You're like Charles and Dodi.

What are you saying?

I'm notjudging you, not at all...

Gisella, a romantic, gorgeous place.

Well?

-So pretty! -Thanks, it's lovely.

Look.

Not going to say anything?

What's his problem?

He's just grumpy.

-Can I have a piece? -Anything, for you.

Thanks. For you.

-Me? -Yes.

-Is it a bracelet? -Yes.

-There. Be right back. -Okay.

In a dream world,

I'd sell my sock shop and open one here, what do you think about that?

It's beautiful here.

The shop would do well with you,

you're good with your hands. it'd be a dream.

-Yes, a dream. -Dreams can come true.

What do you think, "Isle" socks, sound like a good idea?

It's useless. We're going back to Africa. Let's go.

Maybe if Dalida had a job prospect she'd like to come back?

Maybe. Why not...

Why not.

I'll see if they have rooms.

Okay.

I've had enough.

Don't be ridiculous.

Where are you going?

We only have one king room.

I can add a cot.

There's nothing else?

Not even a broom closet?

Just one night, my friend won't mind.

No, nothing, sorry.

Fine, I'll go get my friends and our bags.

All right.

Get back here! Dalida!

Come here!

Well?

-Get in. -No!

Don't piss me off!

Don't piss me off, let's go back.

-Come on. -You're ruining everything.

-Come on. -Stop it.

Get in the car.

-Stop it. -No.

-Let's go. -No!

Leave the girl alone, did you hear me?

Fuck you!

-Let go! -Get in.

Let go of her!

Fuck you!

Your lD, Mr. Cavallaro.

-Mr. Cavallaro? -Yes?

-Your ID. -Thanks.

The room is ready.

I'll wait for my friends, they'll be here soon.

Very well.

Hello?

Yes, speaking.

Thanks.

-Mr. Cavallaro? They're inside. -Okay.

Come along...

This way.

Excuse me, I don't understand.

You're taking them back to Africa?

Yes, exactly, l'll vouch for them.

You see, I came up with this theory:

if each of us, I mean...

Their father died so I was accompanying them back.

-And that's a theory? -A humanitarian theory.

By car? To Africa?

Yes. Naples-Tunis by ferry, then to Senegal in one go.

Slow down, I'm still at "humanitarian".

-What are you writing? -I'll stop.

-In one go? -Yes.

That was the plan. Excuse me, what's the problem?

The problem?

The problem is that Diji...

Dijilobodji.

-Who's that? -Your friend.

You don't even remember your friend's last name?

You didn't pronounce it right...

Dijilobodji was driving with a Senegalese license, that's illegal.

He has no fixed abode and his visa expired.

In that case,

arrest him and I'll just take his sister.

His sister?

Yes... To be honest, I'm doing this for her.

Gigi, go search the car.

Yessir.

Mr. Cavallaro... Stop covering for them.

They were stealing your car.

And you still think they're siblings?

Never mind, take your car and go home.

Or do you want to end up in a ditch with a tattoo on your head?

They're savages.

It's my duty to protect you.

Take my advice, sign the report, and this incident will vanish.

You'll never see those two wretches again.

You can go back to Milan. And as we say, life will go on. Right?

Thanks... and sorry.

I feel guilty.

It was your idea.

-A honeymoon. -Stop it.

We're lucky there's still room.

A cabin for you... and your brother.

-Barcelona? -And then Tangiers.

He was right, you get there faster from the north.

Even better than the hotel.

It doesn't suck anymore?

Sorry.

I freaked out.

Hi, Mario.

-Hey, my friend... -I don't need anything.

-I just wanted to ask... -I don't have any change.

I wanted to ask if you saw a girl who's black like me

with an old white guy like you.

Mario!

-My friend! -Where's Dalida?

Here, in my cabin, she's sleeping now.

In your cabin?

I calmed her down, brother. You know what l mean?

I'll kill you.

Why? She's your sister, bro.

-Let go. -Stop, are you insane?

-You sicken me. -Why? What did I do?

You slept with him.

-Why are you laughing? -It's not true.

He said...

What about all the bullshit you told me?

It was just a little bullshit.

I told him the truth.

Asshole. Excuse me.

So you didn't...

How could you think that?

We talked and I fell asleep, that's all.

Enough already.

And now?

What'll we do?

What's so funny?

I was thinking of how stupid I was to believe

you'd slept with him...

Glad you realize that now.

How long was I asleep?

Where are we?

Close to Senegal.

Almost there!

Almost.

As is true in Africa: nothing is close, nothing is comfortable, nothing is easy.

Yes, but it's beautiful.

We've walked so far

Hoping to find our fortune

We've crossed seas

Deserts and then some

We're living in a sort of dream

Where joy knows no respite

And in order to have a better future

We've had to overcome fear

Easy, easy!

Come on, get out.

Come on.

Mario, this is my mother. And my father.

An honor, Mario Cavallaro.

An honor.

What'd she say?

She thought I'd never come back. She thanks you.

My pleasure.

Very, very much.

It's no big deal, Milan's just around the corner.

Don't or...

-Or what? -They'll think badly.

Nobody thinks badly here. Nobody.

No, if you do that it'll spring up but will be frail.

You have to put it further down, may I?

Put it further down.

You have to make a deeper hole,

then a volcano around it to protect the sprout.

-Know what a volcano is? -"Vulcaver"?

Yes, a "vulcaver".

This soil is good.

Very good.

No, not like that.

Dig further down. Just with one push...

one.

What are you doing here?

Just getting some air.

Are you okay?

Yes.

I'd like to stay here...

but I have to help my family.

Right.

Shall we dance?

-Me, dance? -Yes.

Come on, Mario. Come on.

Go on, Mario!

Come on!

Let's go before I change my mind.

-Where's Mario? -He was here a second ago.

No, the soil has to be more compact.

More compact, like that.

Make it lower. Make the volcano lower.

What are you doing?

We have to go.

-Already? -Yes.

I have to get soil for my garden.

Come on!

Too high, you'll suffocate the sprout.

The volcano should be like this, not too tall.

Vulcaver? Vulcaver?

Yes, vulcaver.

And so this this precious, wonderful gem...

Not him.

Him.

This brilliant example of integration

blossomed just like that, from something that seemed off,

but it wasn't.

We have to buy a toy for Uncle Mario.

This afternoon, all right?

-Umbrella, miss? -No, thanks.

Hey, it's us.

Come to daddy!

Mamadou did such a greatjob.

I'm so sorry I couldn't come.

You're my little brainiac, aren't you? Did you film it?

-Yes. Here. -Thanks.

-Shall we watch it, Mamadou? -Yes.

There's a letter from Mario, I didn't read it yet.

-You're the best. -The only black boy...

Exactly.

"My dear friends, Christmas is coming and we're getting ready too.

The ornaments you sent are lovely,

but maybe next year you should send... plastic ones.

The harvest this year will be the best ever,

and if you don't mess up the environment, next year will be even better.

Is everything okay at my house, I mean your house?

I hope you've changed it, made it different,

because difference is what makes the world go round.

It takes effort to mix things up

and understand that the best order is disorder.

We're not that far away, after all.

Things can be put back in their place with a single trip,

in one go!

You know, the world is too small to not experience it all.

A dream? Maybe.

But having grand and international dreams

is the greatest thing that could happen in life.

Finally everyone is home.

Send me news and photos of my darling Mamadou."

We have to send him Mamadou's video.

Azure should be next to baby blue.

Every color has its place.

Where did he get this meticulousness from?

Who knows...

Let's go wash our hands and eat.