All language subtitles for Beata ignoranza (2017)

I'll go on.

I read fewer books, I watch trivia.

I spend my time clicking "like"
on petitions to save dog kennels...

Or to promote unmissable shows.

I see lifeless photos of people
at the beach...

Dancing, drinking...

Kissing, diving...

Taking selfies on the loo.

They send hearts, smiley faces,
emojis... those hearts !

Unbearable !

I always say the word "click".

I often hear the word "tweet".

People tend to say:
"I'll send you the link",

rather than "how are you ?"

Not good, thanks.

When I say "share",
I don't actually do that.

I plaster trash all over the web
about things I don't care about.

Enough is enough.

I've reached my limit.

No more.

I need help.

IGNORANCE IS BLISS

I'll smash your face in !

You'll do nothing of the sort!

Watch it, I'm going to whack you.

You always resort to violence.

- You're a jerk !
- You're an old git!

- Imbecile !
- Dickhead.

- Ernesto, Filippo, enough !
- Dickhead.

- I was right then.
- You're old hat, out of touch.

Not keeping up with what's on
the Internet is sheer ignorance !

If that's the case, Filippo,
then ignorance is bliss !

You know what I think about
that crap on the Internet ?

I read newspapers.

- Do something.
- What can I do ?

- You're an illiterate idiot!
- Mmmw?

This is the 21st century !
I read newspapers online, you're envious.

- Envious of what ?
- You're envious.

Don't...

I bet you couldn't last
one week without

your computer or cell phone.

I bet it'd take you a week
to switch on your cell phone.

Let's bet on it then !

Shall we bet on it ?

Sorry.

You'll be wondering why we're fighting.
I don't usually do this.

- But this birdbrain...
- Who'd you call "birdbrain" ?

Shut up ! I'm speaking.
Can't you see ?

Sorry, I didn't realise.
You really hurt my arm.

- You're lucky I didn't break it.
- Sorry, sir.

Can you punch him again ?
I missed it.

- Silence !
- Hush !

Okay.

I hadn't seen Filippo for 25 years.

And to be honest, I didn't miss him.

But then the dreaded first day
of school arrived.

- Good morning, sir.
- Morning.

It's a new school year,
but the rules are the same.

So, all cell phones...

on my desk.

Come on, hurry up.

What a waste of money.

Mom, make me cutlets.

Please, hang up.

I read that if it's switched off
or on silent mode,

I can keep it in my bag.

That's incorrect, Semprini.
There's a law from 2007

that allows me to do this.

So put your phone on my desk
or I'll mark you down.

That's exactly what I was doing.

Good.

Sit down, Semprini.

How were your holidays ?

I didn't go on holiday,
I had to re-sit three exams.

- My dad's been laid off.
- Mine got fired.

It all sounds very positive.

- Chiara, you went on holiday.
- No.

My folks split up, I stayed in Rome
with my mom. Happy pills all round...

Social problems aside, let's get back
to us. Got your school books ?

It's only the first day back !

They'll arrive next week.

Good morning.

Binetti, you're late.

Who's he ?

You're late on your first clay of school ?

This is your third attempt
to finish high school. Get with it.

Can I sit down ?

Sit down.

Class, he's Binetti.

Take no notice of him.
We'll start with Ugo...

Foscolo. Yes !

- Foscolo, of course !
- I sense your enthusiasm.

Ugo Foscolo.

Whose...

poem I'll recite.

"Zakynthos", just to get into
the right spirit.

- Can I go to the loo ?
- No!

Never again...

will I touch your sacred shore

where my young form reclined at rest,
Zakynthos...

What a drag !

If you don't recite and interpret
poems for students,

they don't understand them.

Luckily for them, I can do that

because of
my theatre company experience...

- Whatever.
- Your theatre company...

- Amateur drama society.
- Margherita, one thing.

I'll send you the link to those articles
via Facebook, okay ?

I don't have time
to make photocopies now.

- No problem, Fabio, thanks.
- You're welcome.

Bye, my lovely.

- Have a good day.
- Bye.

Do you know Galante well ?

We help each other here at school
and chat online.

- You chat online ?
- Yes.

- Don't you ?
- No, I don't even have a computer.

I think I have a serious addiction.

- I spend entire evenings online.
- Please welcome

your new Maths teacher,
Professor Perugini.

- Hello.
- Hi, guys. Great to meet you.

Thanks to the "Good School" decree
he's able to take up this teaching post.

- Did you have to wait long ?
- No, just 15 years.

What are you doing here ?

- The same as you.
- The Ministry's scraping the barrel.

- Do you know each other ?
- Yes, unfortunately.

Let's say we had a friend
in common.

Perhaps,

if I remain here,

still, immobile...

If I no longer speak,

if I no longer move,

this stupor will graciously
reach my heart

and my mind.

Marianna's cute, isn't she ?

We met her straight out
of high school.

- She was in an amateur drama group.
- So we signed up too.

Of course she fancied me
and we got together.

- She was only 20 and naive.
- Shut up, let me talk.

Damn world !
I believe that my wife is faithful

yet at the same time
I believe she is not.

I believe that you are honest

yet I do not believe so,
I want proof.

Proof !

What an idiot!

He looked like Bob Marley.

Wait, watch.

M'lord, you are devoured by jealousy.

And I apologize for being the cause.

The worst Iago in the history of theatre.

- Nonsense ! The audience loved me.
- They were your relatives.

Two of them.

Arise, black vengeance,
from thy hollow cell !

Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted
throne to tyrannous hate !

Filippo !

Filippo ?

Look at the state of me.

Love wrecked me !

But for three years
you cheated on her loads.

I was young, that's normal.

I loved you both, in different ways.

Physically, Filippo...

and more profoundly, Ernesto.

In the end I chose Ernesto.

Oh, well...

Nice beard.

I remind you that we need to adhere
to the new regulations.

So from this year school system
will become computerized.

- Filippo, Maths teacher.
- I know. Margherita, Art teacher.

- Great !
- The electronic system

will give parents more control,

they'll be able to check and see
if their child came to school.

- Or has a detention, or a bad grade.
- Mr Headteacher...

What's the point of all that ?

"Headteacher" is an outdated term.

- We say "school director" now.
- Right.

Students won't be able
to play truant anymore !

When I was 15, whilst playing truant
in Villa Borghese,

I read "The Catcher in the Rye".

Playing truant is very important.

Students must be allowed
to transgress, it's educational !

Mr Galli, I'll pretend
I didn't hear that.

Soon we'll set up a chat option,

so we can chat with parents.

Isn't it enough that they bust our balls
on parents' evenings ?

You don't like it because
you're incapable.

You're a Neanderthal !

You've always been a real joker.

- Let me tell you.
- I know!

You were so likeable even as a kid,

maybe that's why you were bullied
by everyone !

That's not true.

Who're you calling a "fatso" ?

Why did you call him a fatso ?

He looks like a hippo!

Sorry !

- We're sorry.
- Okay, I'll let you off this time.

But next time I'll smash your face in.

Truth is, you're giving up
'cos you're a lard ball !

- No, come on!
- Banzai!

No ! This happens every time !

You saw that ?
Filippo was the stupid pain in the ass.

- And Ernesto was the goody-goody.
- I was the goody-goody ?

Ernesto, like the great leader
Che Guevara.

You're still saying that?

His parents were ardent
Christian Democrats.

Staunch Roman Catholics.

Ernesto was the name of his grandfather

who had very little to do
with Che Guevara.

Here we see Grandpa Ernesto at work
saluting his chief.

Our dear Ernesto lives in the Nomentano
district in this nice flat,

decorated in true pensioner style.

On his shelves we find books by
Pirandello, Kafka, Becker...

Beckett.
Becker's a tennis player.

Whatever. Follow me.
A "Zabriskie Point" poster

showing a man hugging a woman.

Something that our Ernesto
hasn't done in years.

But a central feature of this flat
is this old CRT television

which only gets turned on once a year
for the President's speech.

Because I think we should have faith
in institutions.

A Catholic communist of the worst kind.

But when we're talking about
useless things,

Filippo manages to have an extraordinary
ability to concentrate.

- Olive ?
- No, thanks.

Like now, for example.

He's able to eat, drink and reply
to eight messages

whilst writing a contentious post
about the town council,

despite not having a clue
about the subject.

After high school, Filippo wanted
to be an actor.

He spent entire afternoons
at Cinecittéi auditioning.

To no avail. The only role he got
was as an extra in a horror film.

- Can I move now ?
- No, you're dead.

Right, sorry.

Then he worked as an entertainer
at a holiday resort in Calabria.

Let's go, my brave men !
Let's rescue the Pearl of Labuan !

How embarrassing.

He was a candidate for Forza Italy
in Rome,

obtaining, believe it or not,
36 votes.

- Then I graduated too.
- After seven years

with a pitiful grade.

C is a decent grade.

Filippo sublets two rooms
to these whackos.

So he doesn't pay rent.

Meet Gianluca and Costanza.

They're potheads.

Yes, as we can deduce from
their scruffy appearance

and the cannabis plantation
behind us.

Don't underestimate them,
they can come up with brilliant ideas,

especially after they've had a puff.

Who's that?

Let me take a photo of you.

- Fantastic.
- That's the landlady.

Who Filippo hypocritically beds
a couple of times a month

to avoid a rent increase.

Look what a dog she is !

A real master in romantic relationships.

As you can see.

I knew this would happen.
You're a bastard !

Don't be like this, you're grown up now,
you're almost 21.

As you can see,
Peter Pan is still alive

and he lives in Balduina.

Guys, if you don't understand something,
look it up online.

You'll learn more by playing Assassin's
Creed, than reading history books.

That's what I think too.

So don't waste time learning
formulas off by heart,

just look them up online.

Think of your cell phones
as extensions of your mind.

So, did you solve the equation ?
Was it worth downloading my app ?

- I solved it.
- Great.

- I can't do it.
- Of course, that's an ancient phone !

- I know.
- Use mine, but you need to upgrade.

- How cool, is it an S ?
- For sure.

Binetti !
Wake up. What did you get?

- Come on.
- Here it says...

Tan x equals 6.

Do you realise that even Binetti

managed to solve the equation ? You'll be
Minister of Infrastructure one day.

A round of applause for Binetti
for solving the equation !

- No, you're too kind.
- Well clone !

Let's take a group selfie !

The kids don't learn anything this way.

It's a different method to yours

but I think it can work.

You need to think about things
in order to understand them.

Clicking to get the answer
isn't enough.

Naked ! Naked ! Naked !

- Hi, Margherita.
- Hi.

Guys ! Are you nuts ?

I'm going before these beasts
wreck the place.

- Bye, Ernesto.
- Bye, Galante.

Hi.

My class will be taking a test

so I can read Franzen's latest book.

I envy you reading so much,
I never have time.

If you chatted less online,
you'd have the time.

Filippo's so cool.

Filippo ?

Look what he's just sent me.

What?

No stupid gestures.
Binetti, try to look smart.

Pull a stupid face!

Now look really serious...

ls this a joke ?

Is this a joke ?

I'm waiting to come in here

and you're taking selfies
with the students ?

Let's do one with you too,
we'll post it on the class group page.

I'll smash your face in...

You'll do nothing of the sort!

Filippo, I'm going to whack you.

You always resort to violence.

- Idiot!
- Old git!

Come on ! Keep running !

Come on !

What's up with you today ? Come on !
Let's do a bit of stretching.

Line up and stop talking.

Hi.

Nina.

Marianna, they're asking me
what her name is. What'll it be ?

Nina.

Like in "The Seagull" by Chekhov.

Do you like it?

Nina.

Mom, clad, I'm going out.

You're just a sad bitch !

- Calm down.
- You're telling me to calm down ?

- Lower your voice, Nina's here !
- I don't give a shit!

- It was a long time ago...
- Do you realise ?

- I found out through an email.
- Let me speak, I can explain.

You've had 15 years to explain,
it's too late !

I'm leaving !
I don't want to see you again !

- Calm down, my love, wait...
- Don't call me "love" !

You don't even know what love is.
Fuck you !

Dad..

Dad '?!

I found out today
that you're not my daughter.

Let me go.

I found out, just like you.

But I'm leaving.

I can't just become a father
because you come and say:

"I found out I'm your daughter".
It's been 15 years.

To be honest, I don't feel up to it.

And so ?

And so...

And so I don't know.
If your mother had said so before...

Now...

I have to go.
Maybe we'll talk when I get back.

When will you be back ?

I don't know, I've got a one-way ticket.

I'm with a friend.

Bye.

Bye.

I've not seen you together before.

This miracle didn't even happen
at mom's funeral.

I was in Kenya, what could I do ?

Actually, it's the second time.

Yes, I had the pleasure to see you
on my computer.

The video of your pitiful fight
got 925,000 views.

You're stars.

You're wrong, it reached
one million views half an hour ago.

- I don't want to know.
- What's amazing is the chance

to side with one of you,
like in football and politics.

There's Team Ernesto and Team Filippo.

But everyone's wondering about something.
Who'll win this bet?

You came all this way
to say this nonsense ?

Yes.

Because given our story
and the success of your video,

I want to make a documentary about you

to describe how human relationships
are changing during the Internet era.

What human relationships ?
I've not seen you in ten years.

Exactly.

I get it now.
Do you need money ?

- Ask your father.
- I'd love to help, but I'm broke...

You don't get it.

I'm not asking for money
and I never will.

- So?
- I just need the two of you, period.

- Meaning ?
- Just do what you said you would.

One of you starts using the Internet
and the other one stops.

Fine by me, I've always been great
playing the protagonist.

What a jerk !

How long will this ban last?

I don't know, a couple of months.

- Two months, no way !
- I'm not doing anything with him.

Are you getting paid to make
this documentary ?

No, I'm doing it for free !
I've got fuck-all to do...

- Why did you ask that ?
- Can't I ask a question ?

Well, okay... thank you...

guys, you've been very kind.

See you, bye.

Are you pregnant?

So it seems.

What's it going to be ?

- A boy.
- I don't know yet.

But let's hope it's a girl.

- Ignorance is bliss !
- May the challenge...

Remember, you only have three months
to finish this documentary.

I know these Americans.
If it's not brilliant, they won't buy it.

I know.

How's it going ?

Forget it !

Professor Meyer, we've started
getting Ernesto computerized,

it wasn't easy.

- He asked me.
- Yes, but you're no cheetah

when it comes to responding.

- He's too slow off the mark.
- Right.

High-speed connection,
a laptop with tons of memory,

a new phone.

I'm fond of this.

- Hand it over.
- So sad.

Now you can communicate with billions
of people all over the world.

What the fuck for ?

Listen, for any problems,
just speak to Iris...

- Or Nazi.
- What?

He's a Nazi?

There's no reference to politics.
It's just short for Nazzareno.

- I was about to whack you.
- You see the trouble you cause ?

No wonder people want to beat you up.
You really do ask for it.

Don't botherjustifying yourself !

- You carry on with that attitude.
- They're nuts.

They're... quirky.

- What about the other guy ?
- With Filippo...

it was a little more complicated.

Do you realise that
I'll have to go around with this brick

and give up my latest generation
smartphone ?

I have the right to send a farewell text

to my 5,000 followers,
because that's how many there are,

who'll soon be orphaned.
ls that clear ?

It's my right !

Okay, give me all your passwords.

Not my passwords...
You can't do this.

Please.

You'll just make things worse.
Come on.

- You want my passwords.
- When you're ready...

Well, I always use the same one.
It's...

68.

What?

Latin hunk 68.

Latin funk...

Hunk... with a H.

68.

No need to shout, we're right here.

What's so funny ?

I was right to insist.

Maybe for once there'll be
a good reason for all this.

So, we'll see.

- When's the scan ?
- Tomorrow.

They're coming with me.

It's a girl, not a boy.
Can't you see the shape of her belly ?

You're such a male chauvinist.

A misogynist, watch out ladies.
My goodness !

I just stroked it.

"Do you come from Heaven
or rise from the abyss, Beauty ?

Your gaze, divine and infernal, pours
out confusedly benevolence and crime.

And one may for that,
compare you to wine."

I used to sit here and read
the odd poem or book...

I'd put on a Pink Floyd record
in the background.

There was peace, harmony.

I could concentrate.

Now, instead, as you can hear,
I keep getting

messages, notifications, texts,

all things that are
of no use to me whatsoever.

Let me give you an example,
I'll read one out to you.

This is the latest one.

This notifications says that

Maria Pezzolato has liked a photo
of Guido Bozzoni

who's pissing on a wall that says
"Juventus suck".

You can understand that whilst
you're reading Baudelaire,

that can be truly devastating.

"Ignorance is bliss". Baby, the video's
gone viral here in Germany too.

A colleague sent it to me.

- It's funny with German subtitles too.
- My God, I hope so!

I'm really struggling here,
they're impossible to talk to.

How's Ernesto doing with the Internet ?

All I did was write "I love Crotone",
I went there on holiday.

And a Catanzaro FC fan commented:
"I'll slit your throat and maim you".

Does Catanzaro have a football team ?

Yes, in top league, they're ace.
Thanks to the wing fielders

Campagna often hits the net,
he's a bullet.

A bullet?

Why do you know
all this useless stuff?

The Pope has a profile too ?

It's called "Pontifex".

Nazi, lift this rod.

Jerk.

Gradually, Ernesto is realising
that there's a parallel world,

which is bizarre and deeply aggressive.

We're at war.

Guys, we're going to try a new style.
For a few months,

we're not going to use technology,
so get out your...

books.

- What books ?
- You said we wouldn't need them.

- Right.
- That everything was online.

I changed my mind.
None of you have books ?

- No.
- I do.

Zaccarelli, whose folks split up.
Read out loud,

you listen up...
where had we got up to ?

- Limits.
- Limits, right. Go on.

"Limits are an instrument to study
the concepts of a function

where it's not defined
or there's no continuity.

Exercise: create an electronic table
that shows..."

We need to use a tablet.

What'll we do ?

What'll we do ?

You need to calculate the limit
of a function, when, like in this case,

it's undetermined.

I graduated 2O years ago
by chance. This is Arabic to me.

So, the result of the function is...

Obviously, it's...

X-

No!

- It's zero !
- Zero.

This is the eighth time
I've explained it.

Pay attention, or how will you explain it
to your students ?

- Let's start again, come on.
- Okay.

And therefore this is the limit
of a function that ends in zero.

You see ?
Dead simple.

Proof that anyone can solve it,
even this ex-student of mine,

with no degree.

You look like an undertaker.

I wore my light wool suit
for the presentation.

- Light wool ?
- It's the only one I've got.

I'll let Gianluca explain
the next equation.

- Binetti, come with me.
- What did I do this time ?

- I'll tell you. Come with me.
- What do you want?

Limits, a hot topic...

Write that down. Well clone !

We need to make a deal.
I'll help you if you help me.

I'll make sure you pass.

In exchange for what ?
I'm starting to worry.

- Nothing major.
- My dad's dating a transsexual,

...so nothing surprises me.
- Chill out.

What are you staring at ?
You're the caretaker, do your job.

He's winking...

- The fact is that I need a...
- What?

- A smartphone.
- A smartphone ?

- Yes, nobody must know.
- ls that all ? A smartphone ?

Yes.

See you in the toilet after class.
Cool.

King of cool.

Anyone here ?

Way to go, Binetti.
You're getting an A!

No, it's Binetti's.
He's always on his phone.

- I confiscated it.
- You're hooked, you know that ?

I know, you're right.

Hey...

I'll fail you, Binetti.

Fail you.

- You know what I was thinking ?
- What?

Maybe this is the first time
we've been alone since...

Right.

- So...
- You're going.

- We're going.
- Yes.

"We" are going.

Plural.

Are you serious ? Come on !

Give me a break.

You ooze with maliciousness.

God !

And...

Do you feel comfortable online now ?

Yes, I'd say so.

Look, let me show you something.

I posted this thought on
"The Metamorphosis" by Kafka

on my group page called
"Kafka or Death".

- And ?
- Look. I've got 80 "likes".

10 hearts and two funny faces.

Let me see something...

you set up a profile
with your own name ?

They'll devour you.

They will ?

You're saying I should have used
a nickname like "Sgnaust"...

Maybe...

Maybe you could add
that lady you like.

How do you know ?

It's on your history.
It's all Margherita Seppi.

Are you a stalker ?

You're a right cow.

No offence meant.

So I too adapted and chose
a made-up name.

Bob Joyce.

Only then did I have the courage
to chat with her.

Margherita... what a lovely name.

"As the great poet said,
flowers cry too

and we still think it's dew."

Nice. Who's it by ? Leopardi ?

No, Jim Morrison.

I've become a bragger, soppy...

obsessive,

brazen,

all at the same time.

I discovered a new side of myself.

It's strange,
but talking with Margherita,

with the voice of my alter ego,
I felt more like myself.

Okay.

- It wasn't that bad.
- Well...

These ten minutes of silence
felt like two hours.

I hated it.

Okay, now those who want to

can take back their cell phones.

- Yes !
- That's mine !

- My goodness !
- Get out of the fucking way !

So you're Filippo ?

- Filippo.
- How are you ?

I know this is a group to help
Internet addicts

but I don't see the point.

Don't worry about that,
worry about how you feel.

How I feel...
what should I say ?

"What should I say '?"
Do you want to Google that?

This can be your first exercise:
ask yourself how you feel.

Ask yourself that question
and tell us at the next meeting.

Goon!

Can I just say that this therapist
sucks ? She was mocking me !

What? It's not funny.

I don't see what the problem is.
I've had a cell phone since I was 4.

- My grandma gave me it.
- Do you like it?

If you have a doubt, check online.

Do you use garlic or onion to make
baked pasta ?

The answer will be online

I grew up with the Internet.

Beats a concierge service.

I got sued four times for getting mad
online, by the Regional Council...

the Town Council and the Association
of Japanese Restaurateurs.

You don't expect it from them,
that's what's shocking, because...

you always imagine them to be civil.

But no, the Japanese are shits.

It's not the device that causes
the illness, it's how we use it.

Just think of the man
who invented pillows.

He thought of a soft object that
would help people sleep well.

Now pillows are one of the most
used weapons in the world

to commit murder by suffocation.

Does that mean that man invented
a weapon of mass destruction ?

Sometimes I have the impression that...

we waited for dawn on the wrong shore.

- I remember the date of your birthday.
- That's not true.

December 10th.

Right.

Ever since I found out
that I was your...

- Father.
- Yes.

I always thought it would be nice
to write you a letter, or call you,

or go for a walk together...

But you never did any of that,
not even a phone call.

Let's make up for that now.
We can go bowling, or get tattoos.

- No, also because I think bowling...
- Sucks.

I hate it.

- I don't have any tattoos.
- And you don't want to start now.

No, that's right.

- Do you play table tennis ?
- No.

This is for you, my darling.

Thanks, mom !

Thanks, it's been a lovely afternoon.

How about sushi on Saturday ?

I told you ! I'm pregnant, I can't eat it.

- Right, no raw food, ham, seafood...
- Exactly.

- Shall I organize something ?
- Good idea.

My God !

Ernesto, are you okay ?

What happened ?

I don't know, I just turned on
the Wi-Fi signal !

Maybe you should turn it off.

A bit of an accident, huh ?

- What happened ?
- How the hell do I know ?

- I just pressed a button, that's all !
- What kind of contract do you have ?

- What's that got to do with it?
- Didn't you get the letter ?

Telling you to vacate the building
because the terrace was unstable.

Why just an old-fashioned letter ?
Couldn't you send an email ?

What matters is that you're okay.

Of course I'm fine ! I'm naked,
standing in the street with this thing...

Like Menenius Agrippa ! They didn't even
let me take my toothbrush.

Cover the naked old lady, please !

- You're useless.
- Well...

Filippo, I was thinking that you could
let Ernesto stay with you tonight.

I could ? If he wants...

Do I have a fucking choice ?

- Of course I want to !
- Okay.

Here we are.

- Come in.
- May I ?

Come on in.

Wait for me in the lounge, on the left.

That way. On the left...

Remember, there's three of us here,
don't do your usual thing.

My usual thing ?
I've not seen you for 25 years.

My usual thing ?
Give me a break.

Hiya.

Good evening.

Ernesto, this is Costanza.
Costanza, Ernesto is staying with us.

- Cool, is he sleeping with you ?
- In the spare room.

' WaY t0 go !
' SPOt on !

Is she naked ?

- Feel uncomfortable ?
- What the heck ?

Come see your room, move it !

- She's not a minor, is she ?
- Come with me.

Let me turn the light on...
isn't it great ?

- Great? Are you kidding ?
- You'll love it, trust me.

I have my doubts.

Anyway, I spoke to a friend
and tomorrow...

If you need money,
I can help you out.

- Instead of 50, you can give me 30.
- What?

You want me to pay for this hole ?

Don't be put off, it'll just take
5 minutes to tidy up.

Last year a really cool street artist
lived here, Raul.

- Raul, he must've been Peruvian.
- Do you know him ?

Of course I don't !
But all Peruvians are short.

- Only they could fit in this hole.
- Are you racist against Peruvians ?

- That's not nice.
- Me ? Racist?

I'm not racist!
I've never even been to Peru !

Talking of short people...
Gianluca, Ernesto.

- Ernesto, Gianluca.
- Ernesto... that Ernesto ?

That's right !

Why ? Does Filippo talk about me ?

Sure, he calls you "the shit".

Go finish your tea, go on.

He's envious because
he wants your room.

- Let me show you round.
- "The shit"? Who's he ?

Where's the toilet ?

- Good morning.
- Good morning ?

Don't you close the doors round here ?
Savages!

You've got no house, but you have your
phone. I feel lost without mine.

- Do you want to swap ?
- I wish !

He'd rather have social networks
than a house.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Nowadays being online is more important
than having a house.

If you were lost in Abu Dhabi,
would you rather have a phone or a hut?

Why would I be lost in Abu Dhabi ?

Why the fuck would I go to Abu Dhabi ?

I'm wasting time
talking to this pothead.

You know what ? You're so obsessed
with defining yourself

as a professor, an intellectual,
having read the latest book

by some dumbass,
but it'd do you good to smoke

a big spliff.
There's still hope for you, Ernesto.

- Your work doesn't define you.
- Hear that ?

She doesn't even know you
but she's spot on. Unbelievable !

- She's a genius.
- Here.

- Cut loose.
- You'll never see me smoking a spliff!

- Does this dwarf play the trumpet ?
- He sure does.

I sound dope and I smoke dope.

I am disturbingly coherent.

You're a genius !

Another thing that annoys me is
the overuse of the word "genius".

Leonardo da Vinci is a genius.
Or Shakespeare ! You should know that.

Right! Or Einstein !

Not this slippered lowlife
who plays the trumpet.

Really badly too,
it's about time you knew. Really badly !

What's so funny ?

Your daughter's a genius.

Look.
B, A, A+, A, A+...

It's such a relief to hear that.

We've been through
a difficult period at home.

- Your separation...
- Yes.

- I feared it'd affect Chiara's grades.
- No, actually...

Excuse me. Filippo...

- Have you seen Galante ?
- No.

Professor Galli,
aren't you doing parent meetings ?

I can't today,
but you can contact me online.

This school offers chat sessions.

He's the Italian teacher.

I'm quite old-fashioned...

- I don't like chatting online.
- Okay...

I'm someone
who needs physical contact.

I can tell you all about
Chiara's progress in Maths.

Yes, I'd love that.

- What's that ?
- Watch out for the killers above.

Secco99, watch your back.

Check him out...

Secco99, you need to swear too.
Insult them.

I sent you that file
with Russian swearwords.

With the pronunciation too.

Are you nuts ? You're talking Russian...
what are you doing ?

I'll be back in one minute.
Did I wake you up ?

I was reading. What are you doing ?

We're fighting against
two teenagers from Moscow.

Real bastards.

Luckily I made a friend online,
he's an awesome shot.

Now you have an online friend too.

Know who Secco99 is ?

Binetti ?

Binetti !

Binetti's a terrible student,
but he's great at this game.

He's on level 36, I'm on level 3.

Wow... Now go to bed,
you're tired and you've an early start.

I'll just finish this mission.

- I bet Binetti will get top marks.
- I don't mix business with pleasure.

Not ever.

I need cover.
Those two kids are killing me.

Follow me, Bob Joyce !

I'm back with you, Secco99.

How very sad.

Binetti...

I was going to give you
a pop quiz today.

But you don't look too good.
Shall we...

postpone for another clay ?

Yes, good idea, because...

actually, last night I came down
with a terrible flu.

I know, it's going round.
It's the Russian flu, Binetti.

I need to quiz someone...

- Attanasio.
- No !

- No ?
- I wasn't due to be quizzed.

You should always be ready.

Come on, Attanasio.

I wasn't feeling good last night.

You look fine to me, Attanasio.

Sooner or later, we'll have to meet,
my dear Bob Joyce.

It's very complicated.

I'm away all the time.

Now, for example,
I'm in Milan for work.

Milan ?

I can see that you're in Rome.

Next time disable
your location services.

What an idiot!

I know, sorry.
In actual fact, I'm leaving tomorrow.

Professor Galli,
shall we stop telling lies ?

How embarrassing !

So you know who I am.

How did you work it out ?

Binetti told me.

I nursed a viper in my bosom !

What a traitor!

I should've flunked Binetti.

Are you disappointed ?

Very.

But if you invite me out
to lunch on Sunday...

Bingo 1

Bingo 1

Bingo, bingo, bingo...

Here's another mushroom !
There's so many !

Big deal, there's a ton...

Got one !

Can I take a photo ?

Doesn't nature distract you ?
No taking photos.

Do I need to confiscate your phone ?
Go look for mushrooms.

Here's another one ! It's tiny...

- Watch out, that's shit.
- It's shit.

Delete that one. I don't want to be seen
holding a turd.

Do you have a tissue ?

- I've got one.
- Thanks.

What's so funny ? Why are you laughing ?

You really are evil.

You cruelly show no mercy
for those with mental problems.

What do you want?
I'll knock your block off!

Everyone wants to hurt you.

You really inspire people
to give you a beating.

- Nice, wild boar.
- You were born spiteful.

- Can I say something ?
- No...

Just one thing, please.

You made us milk a cow,

now we're picking mushrooms,
which I don't even like...

For what reason ?

Don't look for logical reasons.
Just enjoy the experience.

I'm giving you an important task
for next time. This goes for you all !

You must make a date
with yourselves.

Choose a special place...

take yourselves out
and pamper yourselves.

Half a day without tablets
or cell phones.

Can you do that ?

At this point...

Look!

A great tit !
How exciting...

There, a nice coffee...

"Date with myself."

Have I read that correctly ?

Really ?

What's so funny ?

Make sure you don't stand yourself up.
You might show up, not find yourself...

- Then leave !
- Very funny !

When was your last date with a gal ?

- I've got one on Sunday.
- With who ?

I can't tell you, but I pulled her
on the Internet.

Because these days I chat online,
whereas you... don't.

You see ? And I'm rather popular.

Ernesto here, Ernesto there...

Everyone tags me, they share me

I get linked by everyone
Pussy here, pussy there

How wonderful it is being a gardener
To be able to chat...

This restaurant was top of the list

on the website I checked.

I reckon they pay to get good reviews.

This sole is literally drowning
in cream.

I prefer to focus on the company
rather than the dish.

Of course.
Forgive me, Margherita.

I'm a bit nervous.

I haven't been out with a woman
since me and Marianna split.

- How long ago was that ?
- 10 years.

Well, you must've had
some physical encounters.

No.

- You haven't had sex in 10 years ?
- That's right.

I could never do that.

So when did you last...

- Four days ago.
- Four days.

- So you've got a boyfriend.
- No.

Of course, how silly of me.

- Is there a problem with that?
- No, are you kidding ?

Maybe we shouldn't talk about sex.

- When you talk about it, it becomes...
- You're right.

- All the tension, it's no more fun...
- Right, let's not talk about it.

Do you fancy going for a walk ?

Sure.

It's nice here.
I've never been here.

I used to come here often.

My grandpa would bring me here.

We'd come fishing here.

We never caught anything.

I don't remember
when I last came here.

But...

can you remember how to kiss ?

I'm not that rusty.

Why not !

What's the harm ?

Guys, this dope is awesome !

Professor Galli...

Mrs Zaccarelli.

- How are you ?
- Fine, thanks.

How are you ?

Not bad, thanks.

Listen... seeing that...

we're both here...

I want to tell you that your daughter
has been rather distracted recently.

Her last essay on Pascoli
wasn't that great.

She needs to concentrate more.

Her Philosophy teacher said
the same thing.

But her Maths teacher said
she's a genius.

I can imagine.

You know, her dad and I split up.

I had serious problems...

with anxiety.

Where's my dear Mrs Zaccarelli ?

She's had mental health issues.

She's had a tough time,
in therapy and...

I felt I had to give her a hand.

"Lively boy, your life's sweet flowering
is like this day

of gladness.

A clear day, unclouded...

that heralds life's festival.

Enjoy...

the sweet hour, my child...

this pleasant, delightful season.

I'll say nothing, more.

Let it not grieve you if your holiday,
like mine, is slow to arrive."

Class is over.
See you tomorrow.

We've still got another 15 minutes.

You don't mind going home early, right?
Bye, Palletta.

Do you think anyone will see us ?

Class 5B's on a trip,
I've got the keys. Come with me.

Lock it.

I'm more of the bed type.

We'll use the desk as a bed.

For fuck's sake !

- Sorry.
- Come here.

This is broken.
I remember, it wobbles.

- Once I nearly killed myself.
- Take your shirt off, now !

Come on.

Who wrote that?

GALLl'S GAY

Who cares ? Come here.

It must've been Binetti.

I'll show him...

Don't answer it.

I'll just see who it is.

Let me see.

It's Nina.

Nina ?

Be right there.

I'll be right there.

Everything's fine,
the baby was just sleeping.

Sorry...

I was so worried,
I hadn't felt it move all day.

I panicked.

Don't worry.

What were you doing ?

Oh, nothing important.
I was at school...

in class and...

Well, I was almost done...

Thank you.

Mojito infused square spaghetti.

There.

Another half a kilo...

Nazi eats like a horse.

There.

Okay, everything's sorted.

So I'm going out with a real chef.

Yes.

- I'll post this one right away.
- Don't you dare.

- That'll be Mayer, I'll go.
- Okay.

- Listen...
- Yes.

I'll bring out the vegetables.

Can you dish that up ?

- Give us that...
- Why "us" ? There's one of you.

Hi, madam!

- She doesn't say hello ?
- I stopped screwing her.

She even raised the rent.

- Good evening.
- Good evening !

- Why did you invite Mayer ?
- He's Nina's boss.

We'll make a good impression.

- He may be useful.
- You're a Christian Democrat at heart.

- I'm a Christian Democrat?
- I'm not !

It's ready.

It's ready.

- Damn you !
- You're hopeless.

- You're crap.
- Listen, it's a text from Lorenzo.

"Lots of love to you all from Berlin.

I'm sorry I'm not there.

Leave me some Italian sausages,
I'm sick of eating frankfurters."

- It's too late.
- You ate them all.

- Shame, I wanted to meet him.
- Yes, it's a real shame.

Tomorrow's our 6th month anniversary.

You see, Professor Mayer ?

These kids have children first,
then get together afterwards.

- I got distracted.
- Are you two together ?

Who, us two ?

Are you nuts ? He looks nice,
but he's unbelievably spiteful.

He's even spiteful to himself,
because he's unable to admit

that he's deeply and let me say,
often morbidly,

in love with me. For four years now
I've been waiting for a sign,

for something, but no...
he's frozen by his spitefulness.

I'll just have to kiss myself.
Mayer...

My turn, he's so irritating,
he'll end up getting a beating.

- I thrashed this guy.
- I let you win.

So what are you waiting for ?

Well, I don't like to rush things.

He doesn't like to rush things.

- You got a ton of texts.
- My wife gets anxious,

she's home alone
and the kids have got fevers.

- I'll have to go soon.
- Don't worry.

In two minutes it'll be midnight,
you'll be 25 years old.

I've had an idea.

- Filippo, do me a favour.
- Okay.

Can you take a video ? Here.

- You're not allowed, you can't.
- What can I do ?

- Can he ?
- Okay, you have my permission.

- Give me that...
- You're worried.

I'm not worried,
I'm not used to it anymore.

Text Lorenzo and tell him
to make a video call.

There's a red symbol.
It says "live video call".

You're telling me what to do ?
I taught you. You're an idiot!

- A live video. I'm plastered.
- Great, no one'll see you're a junkie.

Okay: three, two, one...
Here we go !

Okay, give me the instrument !

This is a special evening
and I want to

play and sing a song for you
and for Nina.

- Is that okay ?
- Yes !

If we really have to... here we go !

Here's our young daddy.
Say hello !

- Hi, Lorenzo !
- Hi, honey.

- Hi !
- Are we ready ? Lorenzo, listen !

- Can I play along too, maestro ?
- Okay, dopey. Play along.

Let's begin !

A classic.
What a great idea.

I've forgotten the words...

- We're surprised.
- I wanted to tell you

Change chord.

That I love you

My darling

Now it's the "na na na" bit, great!

Please...

All together now...

Everyone's happy and smiling !

Bye, Lorenzo !

The truth is

Internet was made for porn.

If you surf these websites,

you see all sorts of things.

They put them into categories:
Senegalese with Chinese...

transsexuals with muscle men,

dwarves... dwarves with old ladies.

Now they call them MILFs.

But actually they're naked old women.

Young people...

by watching all this pornography,

get used to a sort of virtual sex
governed by a computer screen.

And that's the problem.

Young people... no longer make love.

Who is it?

All this cheap sex leaves me
feeling... perplexed.

Happy birthday.

In the end,
this date with myself thing

turned out to be really helpful.

I met loads of people, I imagined
what their lives were like...

Much better than sitting on the sofa
watching American TV series.

I feel better.

It's like I remembered
a side of myself

that I'd completely forgotten about.

Life, when it's not governed
by all that noise,

by all that information, is profoundly
poetic in its own simple way.

Perhaps you become superficial
and indifferent

because not feeling anything
creates an illusion of happiness.

Yesterday I went back to the theatre
where we used to perform.

Or that terrible habit of yours...

Perfect, hold on.

You started off really well,
then you shortened it...

I felt like getting back into the game.

So I enrolled in the theatre group
I used to attend as a kid

and where I'd met Marianna.

You weren't able
to make my nephew lose...

And last night I dreamt about her.

Thanks.

Being afraid of the future is like
denying oneself the chance to improve,

to grow.

That's why we computerized
everything in my school.

Now everything's more modern,
more social.

And the teachers have followed
my lead in this important

and ambitious dream...

I'm not a goat! Don't whistle at me !
I'm doing an interview.

- Cut!
- Sir, I'm sorry.

- Somebody posted this.
- My God !

- Have the students seen it ?
- Have they seen it ?

- They're laughing their heads off.
- What's so funny ?

- What's happened ?
- Nothing...

- You looked at me.
- I didn't mean to.

Hold on, if you don't mind...

Professor, it's nothing.

- What a mess.
- I want to die.

Margherita...

What's this photo ?

Ernesto...

I wanted to explain,
but I didn't get the chance...

- Sir, you're hurting me!
- Shut up, idiot.

I let him use my phone for 5 minutes
at the start of term

and look what happened.
Get lost.

- I swear I didn't post that photo.
- Get lost !

Why was there

a naked photo of Margherita
on your phone ?

I don't know...

But it's your bedroom.

At a first glance it could look
like that, but I assure you...

Why was Margherita naked
in your bedroom, dickhead ?

She was making pasta.

- Will you shut up ?
- Ernesto, calm down.

Filippo and me had a fling
three months ago, it's no big deal.

It was in September,
we weren't going out yet.

You two weren't, but we were.

You're a liar!

Angelina !

Ernesto, we got together once

at the start of term. It didn't work out
so we called it a day.

You met Filippo
and slept with him right away ?

- Just once.
- It happens, you know that.

- You went with Galante too.
- It was an accident...

Who cares about Galante !

I was single and could do
whatever the hell I wanted.

It's different now with you.

In the Middle Ages there was a term

for people like you.

You know what ? It's you who's stuck
in the Middle Ages.

Does nobody care about how I feel ?

Do you know how I feel ?
How can I go back to my class ?

This is what you always do.

- Aren't you ashamed ?
- You're the one who should be ashamed.

When I was with Marianna
you stole her off me.

Yes, but you got her pregnant
after I married her.

Calm down, please.

No, Nina...

It's right that you know
who your father is.

And don't you dare use me
in that shitty documentary !

It's me that doesn't want to be seen
near him. Count me out!

Do you realise that you ruined my life

by making me raise a daughter
that wasn't mine ?

- Children belong to those who raise them.
- No, they belong to their parents.

Because this girl has your blood,
not mine.

You didn't even have the guts
to raise her.

At least I didn't abandon her
on the street like a dog.

- You're a coward.
- You're an idiot.

Good evening, madam.

- Sorry, were you asleep ?
- Yes.

Great.

Your friend's here !

Sir, hi.

- Hi, Binetti.
- Shall we have a game ?

Just let me come in.

- Give me back my phone.
- But Nina...

I'll castrate you.

Good choice.

Just a minute...
Please !

Please...

Your teacher's here !

- Sorry I'm late. Thanks.
- No problem.

It's no trouble.

So...

Take out your smartphones,
open my app...

and let's start where we left off.

I see that your internet addiction
therapy worked.

I knew it. These solutions are thought up
by multinational corporations.

Instead of curing you,
they make you ill for good.

Can't you pay your rent?

- No, but that's not the problem.
- That's what you think.

I saw that you're back on
all networks again.

Your profiles are active again

just like "Return of the Jedi".

You're messaging thousands of people,
making comments,

"likes", emojis, but...

Maths, in this case, can help us.

How ?

Well...

Let's say that you and Ernesto
are two variables:

X and Y.

Whereas your constant is M.

- M as in Marianna ?
- Yes, but also as in Margherita.

That's because you're a...

motherfucker.

That starts with M too,
it all makes sense.

We'll put it next to both letters,
so that...

it divides them and the result is,

of course, that N stands for...

Nina.

This is how you solve the equation.

X+Y

divided by M squared equals N.

This means that you and Ernesto

must both deal with M

and this is the only way
to get to Nina.

Do you understand ?

Do you see what great ideas
I have when I'm stoned ?

Everybody should get stoned.

- Well clone.
- Thanks.

Hey, you made it!

I mean, you finally came to visit me.

It's not easy for me to come here.

Nothing's ever simple for you.
Come on, don't start.

You don't have to visit a person's
grave to think about them.

You thought of me so much that
all your curses hit me at once.

- Causing me to crash.
- No, you had a crash

because you were sending
a text on your phone

whilst driving.

Marianna...

Every time I see Nina,
I feel bad.

I was 22 when I got pregnant.

I know.

I felt bad about Filippo
because he was unhappy and so...

sometimes...

- Right.
- Okay, I went with him.

But I did it to win some time,

because I couldn't tell him
that I only loved you.

You should've told me
from the start.

But you kept me in the dark.

Marianna, you took me...

- You took me for a fool.
- I made a mistake.

But I did it because
I didn't want to lose you.

I wanted to spend
my whole life with you.

And I didn't know what to do.

But there's one thing I know.

Nina is your daughter.

She's stubborn like you.

She's touchy like you.

She's even a snob like you.

You don't have to share the same blood
to love one another.

You held her a minute after
she was born.

You changed her nappy...

Remember when you pulled out
her milk teeth with a string ?

You took her to school
for the first time.

Yes, I told her fairy tales
before she fell asleep

and I let her listen to good music:

the Clash, Ramones, Sex Pistols.

I remember one day
I went to the park,

I was hiding so I could see...

Her first kiss. I remember,
because I got angry.

How could you follow your daughter ?

- I wanted to see who that boy was.
- He was just a boy.

And I was right.
He ended up being

an idiot with stupid tattoos.

Fine.

Are you talking to yourself?

Me ? No.

- You're not?
- What do you want from me ?

I got a call from thingy, Mayer,
and he said that...

Nina's disappeared,
she's not answering her phone.

- She must be resting, at home...
- She's not at home.

I'm worried.
I'm her father and I'm worried.

So now you're her father ?

I don't like being here
with you either.

Where do you think she is ?

Where ?

Hey, red Beetle.

Red Beetle.

Red Beetle.

The exit's this way.
That's the crematorium.

This way.

Hello ?
Nazi, it's Filippo. Any news ?

Well, yes.
Nina emptied the editing suite.

She took everything, the mixer,
the computer...

I don't know where she's gone,
this isn't like her.

- Haven't been here for 1O years.
- 25 years for me.

- Red Beetle.
- Nina !

Nina!

What did I tell you ?

- These are all her things.
- Yes, it's all here.

This is from the other day.

- What is it ?
- I don't know.

So, I've had two fathers who both
stuck their heads in the sand,

because they were too upset
to take responsibility and react.

No one wondered how I was feeling,

as if my suffering was not
as important as theirs.

They don't know how many times
I woke up not knowing where I was,

how many gin and tonics
I drank at night,

how many guys I slept with,
and at Mom's funeral...

I was alone,
with no one there to help me.

I just made one mistake.

This goddamn documentary.

I thought I'd find some answers,
but all I have is one question.

What's the point of communicating

if I can't have a relationship
with my father ?

What's the point of all
these methods of communication

if I can't have a relationship
with my father ?

Any news ?

- We hoped you had some.
- She's 8 months pregnant.

She can't go around like this,
it's risky.

I can't believe
that Nina would ruin everything.

In three clays
we have to hand in the documentary.

We've got all the material
and Nina's notes too.

There's still so much to shoot,
we'll never finish in time.

- The parts where you discuss each other.
- Meaning ?

That we can't finish
the documentary without you.

You know,
we behaved like jerks with Nina.

- You especially.
- You're starting again ?

- Peace.
- Peace.

Okay.

- Let's pretend we've clone that.
- So?

- What's it gonna be ?
- What's it gonna be ?

What's it gonna be ?

You said we had three days left.
We should give it a try.

Nazi, what do you think ?
Shall we try ?

If you ask me...

I say yes !

Okay, where do we start?

Hi.

Thanks for being here.

I'm here for Nina, not you.

Right.

What's up ?

Nothing, I just think
there's no point apologizing.

No.

There's no point.

I know, sir.
Getting dumped is tough.

Get out of my sight, now !

- How did it go ?
- Badly, very badly.

You treated her like a whore,
she's right.

You're right, I know.

But maybe if she sees
that you've changed...

You think so ?

You can try again in a few of years,
if you're still alive !

What's so fucking funny ?

Can you punch him again ?
I missed it.

Binetti, shut up.
You can't talk now.

- Cut!
- Binetti...

For the love of God, I'll flunk you !

Sorry, I just wanted to help.

- He tried his best, poor guy,
- Did he ?

- What else can he do ?
- Are we all talking now ?

He'll do you out of a job next year.

Binetti, silence !

Cut that bit, please.
Binetti's talking...

- Binetti's a good kid.
- I'll mark him down.

A Catholic communist of the worst kind.

How dare you call me that ?

You voted for Berlusconi, now
you chant: "Honesty ! Honesty !"

It was an important moment in history,
we needed something new.

- Innovation, courage !
- Berlusconi ?

You need help.

Society is split.
Some use social networks, like me

and some don't, like Ernesto.
The old fogies, basically.

Nonsense !

I keep posting rainbow flags without
knowing what the fuck I'm doing.

- They're potheads.
- Hold on...

He keeps calling us
"potheads, lunatics, junkies"...

That's not cool.

Before everyone was saying
"Je suis Charlie", but what about now ?

You're right,
my folks are gonna see this.

How embarrassing.

- You talk !
- Please, don't push me...

It was the same at school.
You were a pain in the ass then too.

At least I'm consistent.

- They have a cannabis plantation.
- Cut.

And so what's useless fills the void
and becomes necessary.

We're at war.

- Cut that bit.
- No, I'm in it!

When we performed together,
you'd bug me then forget your lines.

That's not true !
Please, stop !

We'll never finish.

What are they doing there ?
It's dangerous.

Let me film them, they might fall
and kill themselves.

- Stop breaking our balls...
- For having embraced clouds !

Idiot

Where should we start?

Can you show me the scene
he wants to cut ?

This is Arabic to me.

We should cut you reading Foscolo.
What a drag !

Cut it out.

Fuck you g

I'll smash your face in !

You'll do nothing of the sort!

I'm going to whack you,
you know that.

You always resort to violence.

Idiot !

- Old git!
- Shithead !

What did you say ?

THE END

- Hello, where's the labour ward ?
- On the left.

- Thanks.
- Get rid of that cigar.

Okay.

- Calm down, you'll have a heart attack.
- How did it go ?

Everything's fine.
Mother and baby are both fine.

- Don't smoke that in here.
- Okay, I'll chuck it.

Is it this way ?
Sister, sorry...

May I...

Hi.

Honey, look who it is.
Your grandpas.

Go easy.

- Can I take a photo ?
- A photo ?!

Let me take a photo.

My God, she's gorgeous.

Don't be an asshole
with your granddaughter too.

I'm not an asshole.

Who said you were an asshole, dad ?

His conscience.

Dad... here's your granddaughter.

- Me ?
- Yes.

- What if I drop her ?
- She's very delicate.

Careful, or you'll drop her.

It's easy.

I'm holding her!
But she's not happy.

Filippo and I were thinking...

why don't we call her Marianna,
like your mother ?

- That would be nice.
- No, dad.

This baby has to have
a completely different story.

Plus there's only one Marianna.

- She's right.
- Yes, she is.

Take the baby,
before you say any more crap.

Here.

Let me get my hand out.

There...

I'll call Lorenzo.

Don't call him !
He's outside, go and get him.

- You're obsessed.
- Hear that ?

He's right.

- Okay, I'll go get him.
- Go easy.

Lorenzo.

Look.

Isn't she beautiful ?

Careful.

Thank you.

What shall we call this little girl?

I think Nina should decide.

Once people used to decide together.
But let's not have any foreign names.

I've heard some disgraceful ones...
at school we've got Sue-Ellen Capozzi,

Tiffany Rasponi...

What about Jonathan Campanacci ?

And of course Jonathan Campanacci
wants to be a footballer.

We'll go so you can be alone...

We'll come back tomorrow morning.

I was thinking of staying...

Come on, let's go.

Bye.

- What happened with the flat ?
- I moved out.

Gianluca and Costanza found a flatmate.

What about you ?

I've rented a studio in Viale Libia
near the subway. It's nice...

It was about time I got my own place.

I think you're right.
Watch out with the landlady.

- Did you hear from Margherita again ?
- Yes, I called her last week.

She said I'm a right shit.

But when I called her yesterday

she was more generic
and said I was "horrid"...

- That's real progress.
- Yes.

- Isn't the baby cute ?
- Yes, she is.

- She really looks like you.
- Fuck off, Filippo.

What's Mayer doing here ?

- Well, he's the baby's father.
- What baby ?

The baby with no name,
my granddaughter.

- She's my granddaughter too.
- Whatever.

- Isn't Lorenzo the father ?
- No, when Lorenzo and Nina

got together, Nina was already pregnant.
Didn't you know ?

Is there anything normal
about this family ?

Normal? What's normal ?

Listen to you !
Philosophy for dickheads !

- This is history repeating itself !
- Nonsense !

Lorenzo's an intelligent guy,
he understands and accepts it.

He understands, but I don't accept it.
Nina should've told me.

Margherita's right,
you're so out of touch.