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THE HIDDEN CHILD

As you set out for Ithaca,

hope your road is a long one,

full of adventure,

full of discovery.

As you set out for Ithaca...

full of adventure, full of discoveries.

Plural... not "discovery".

Who is it?

First floor on the right.

Sign, please.

Thanks, have a good day.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.

To arrive there is your ultimate goal.

But...

do not hurry the voyage.

Exactly.

Do not hurry the voyage.

Does anyone know
who Nadia Boulanger is?

She was an important musician,

but she also taught many famous
European and American pianists.

I want to tell you
an anecdote about her.

One day, a friend asked her to
recommend a piano teacher for his son.

She stopped to think it over,

then asked how old the boy was.

"Seven", replied her friend.

"Well then, I'm sorry,
but it's too late".

This may seem paradoxical,
but she was right.

Much like with circus acrobats,

even pianists must start
training, studying,

and playing at a young age.

All of you are undoubtedly late

compared to those who were
great artists of the piano.

Gabriele, you should give these kids
some hope.

Thursday night poker at my place?

- Who else is coming?
- The two of us and...

Nerano, the attorney. D'alterio...

- The reporter?
- Yes.

All he talks about
is murders and mafia.

It's just a poker game...

- What time?
- 9:00.

- You don't know?
- I don't!

Buddy, you'd better have info tomorrow.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Carmine Acerno's son, Ciro, is missing.
They're searching like crazy.

They're busting my balls, like I'm the
watchman of the shit that happens here.

- He's missing?
- He ran away, prof.

- Put it on my tab.
- Okay.

- Hello, professor.
- Hello, Nunzio.

- Can I smoke?
- Sure.

If you need me, I'll be in there.

Who are you? How did you get in?

You're Ciro, the kid from upstairs.

They're looking for you.

Help me.

Hide me.

Hello.

How are you, professor?

I was in the area so I stopped by.

- Sorry, Diego, I'm working.
- You don't have a minute for me?

I wanted to talk.

I'd forgotten how nice
your apartment is.

What can I do for you, Diego?

Professor, I'm so grateful
you taught me to appreciate music.

I'm thinking about playing again,
with your help, of course.

What do you do now?

I manage a few nightclubs...
I can't complain.

Could I have a glass of water?

Sure.

I was about to bring you the water.

- I didn't want to tire you out.
- Carrying a glass won't tire me out.

It's nice and fresh.

Can you play that piece you let me hear
last time I came to visit?

- Something about a dream...
- Schumann.

Prof, it was a real pleasure
seeing you again.

Sorry for barging in so late,
I appreciate the hospitality.

Come out.

- My dad sent him.
- Why? What did you do?

You're burning up.

You have a fever.

Did you eat?

I'll give you an aspirin
after you eat.

What do you want?
What are you saying?

Do you hear what he's saying?

Do you hear him?

It's the third time
you've jerked me around.

- You're nuts!
- I'll ask your wife.

Get out of here, leave!

Who are you hiding from?

- Morning, Mariano.
- Morning, prof.

- Any news?
- About what?

- That missing kid.
- Nothing yet.

I don't blame him for running.

They're savages,
they don't respect anyone.

Even Amitrano's son, Rosario,
they already took him away.

Jesus, what a day!

Why did you leave?

You weren't here,
I thought you went to my dad's.

- Where were you hiding?
- The abandoned doorman's house.

There are stairs that lead
to underground tunnels.

Me and Rosario go there.

- Who's Rosario?
- My friend.

Rosario Amitrano.

How are you?

Why do you keep peeing
on my neighbor's door?

He's an asshole,
a kid from school.

How do you know I pee on his door?

Why don't you tell me
what you and your friend did?

You're better off trusting me.

They already caught Rosario.

How do you know?

I know.

Not dressed yet?

I'm going out.

20 minutes late.

Will you ever get rid of
this awful habit?

I'm only 10 minutes late,
your watch is ahead.

Never mind, Gabriele.
Decide what you want to eat, I'm ready.

What are you having?

Sea bass and string beans.

I'll have pasta with potatoes.

- Wine?
- You know I don't drink at lunch.

I think I'll have a glass.

- So... how's dad?
- Dad?

Last week dad was unwell,
really unwell.

He was hospitalized.

But what do you care?

You're fucking self-centered.

You never bother to ask about him
or even visit.

Anyway, he's better now,
he's back home.

Filippo.

Come here.

Why are you wearing Ciro's shirt?
Don't touch his stuff.

Do it again and I'll kill you.

Gabriele, let's set aside
this pitiful family farce.

You mentioned your friend
needed something...

Right.

Something insane happened to him.

He found a 10-11 year old boy
in his house.

This kid won't explain why
he needed to run away from home.

He suspects the mafia
might be involved.

- Based on what?
- I don't know...

Maybe he sensed something, I guess.

In any case, this kid is terrified
by the idea of going home.

And he doesn't know what to do.

What would you suggest?

Well... from what you've told me,
your friend is in a real tight spot.

A tight spot that could ruin him.

Understand?

Ruin him.

I always knew you were reckless,
but not to this extent.

There's no so-called friend
in this story, it's you.

And the only thing you can do

is hand that boy back to his family
immediately.

Even if you took him to the police,
what would you say?

And for your information, kidnapping
a minor could get you 3 to 12 years.

Not to mention
what the mafiosi would do to you...

if they're involved,

if they knew you were hiding the kid.
Understand?

So by law, this kid has no hope.

Law?
What fucking law are you talking about?

You invented the law.

Why did you let him stay
in your house? Explain.

Did you want company?

I'll never understand you.

For years you've made
inexplicable choices

and you're paying the price
by living a shitty life,

in a shitty neighborhood,

surrounded by shitty people.

You preferred that
instead of your family

because as you say,
the family horrifies you.

You gave up concerts
when you were a child prodigy pianist.

You sentenced yourself to failure.

Next week, if things go as planned,

I'll be appointed to
the High Council of the Judiciary.

And this time, believe me,
I won't let you cause trouble for me

like you did with every other
important step in my life.

I won't allow it.

So don't call me, don't write me.

Forget that I'm your brother.

Hello, can I see whoever's in charge?

The deputy chief is busy now,
have a seat.

"Mother of mafia boss mugged.
She's critical"

"Maria De Vivo
was mugged two days ago

by two boys on a moped
in an alley of the Spanish Quarters."

That man is here for you.

This elevator's always busted.

- It's okay, I'm used to it.
- Let me carry it.

Thanks, prof.

- I'll do it.
- No need.

Thanks.

- Are you all right?
- It's just asthma.

Want to come in?

Yes, thanks.

How odd. We live in the same building
but have never spoken.

Though I'm usually at home,
I barely go out.

I've always been a solitary person.

What's wrong with being alone?

Excuse me.

What do you want?
No, I can't talk.

- Here's some water.
- Thanks.

I feel better.

I'll go.

You could've left this place,
why didn't you?

There's still time,
why don't you leave?

He's the piano teacher
from the first floor.

My son Mimmo.

Go shower.

- Goodbye, ma'am.
- Bye.

What are you doing?

Tell me what you did
or I'll take you home. Understand?

Do you want to go back home?
Tell me what you and your friend did.

Go ask De Vivo.

Who's De Vivo?

This must be my student.
Go hide, now!

Carry on.

Sir, this is for last month's lessons.

Thanks.

Nice payoff.

Listen, if you want to stay here,
mind your own business.

And don't you dare touch
my books again.

Come out.

- What's going on?
- Waiting for you to wake up.

- I was asleep?
- Yes.

- You had a nightmare?
- I didn't have a nightmare.

You're the one who's a scaredy-cat!

If you don't like me, find someone else
willing to risk his life to hide you.

You think I'm afraid to leave here?

I know how to kill.
A few weeks ago I saw two losers die.

I saw it with my own eyes.

I don't believe you.

No? Go find out how the Mesas died,

those two shitheads who set fire
to Musella's warehouse.

Me and my dad brought them
to a garage in Borgo Sant'Antonio.

He shot them right here.
In the head.

First one, then the other.

After he killed the first one,
the second shit himself.

Go find out if I'm talking shit.

What's wrong with you?
Shut this off, give me my phone.

Now!

I ain't afraid of anyone

I ain't afraid of anyone

I ain't afraid of anyone

My memory sucks

Let go!

You don't like it?

I've been locked inside for three days,
I'm bored.

Not my fault.
I left food for you, I'm going out.

Where?
Going to fuck a gal?

Where's the remote?

Don't use the TV when I'm out
or the neighbors will notice.

This place is like a funeral home!

If you had kids there'd be some toys
to pass the time.

Why didn't you ever get married?

Nobody wanted to marry you
'cause you're grumpy?

- Antonio.
- How are you, Gabriele?

Fine.

Mezzera, hello.

Hello, Santoro.

Gabriele, sit here.

Vittorio.

A little bird told me our reporter friend
was quite a hit at the club.

Tell us the joke you told them.

No, never mind,
plus I forgot it already.

- Short-term memory...
- No chit-chat, let's play.

I watched an episode of "Narcos"
last night.

I fell asleep after two minutes,
what a drag.

Three cards for me.

I read your article about the mugging
of the mafia boss' mother.

- Any updates?
- She's still in a coma.

- How is she?
- I have no idea.

She's at Caldarelli hospital,
go there and ask if she's alive.

Two cards.

I thought you knew.

We know about who's alive or dead,
not those in between.

We leave those to you reporters.

At the courthouse they're saying

it was De Vivo who planned it all,

he did it to take control
because his mother wouldn't step down.

The son says it wasn't a mugging,

and the two kids are an excuse
to get rid of the mother.

Peppino from the conservatory
said De Vivo caught one of the kids.

- And the other?
- Other what?

Other kid.

Someone is helping him hide.

Someone who thinks
he can screw over De Vivo.

Whoever this guy is,
he won't last more than a few days,

he'll drown and die
like a fly in a bottle.

I have to go, it's late, sorry.

Me too, I have to wake up
at 6:00 tomorrow.

I've seen you before, not sure where.

You're confusing me with someone else.

I'm a piano teacher
at the conservatory.

- A musician!
- Yes.

Lucky you,
you don't give a shit about words.

Here's the professor.

Professor! What are you doing?

Walking around alone this late?

I live there.

May I accompany you home?

Bye, honey.

A furtive tear

Appeared in her eyes

I'd really like to take piano lessons
again, like I told you.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Come by tomorrow evening
at 6:00 and we'll talk.

Are you stressed out, prof?
What's wrong?

My associate noticed
your trash bag wasn't closed tight

and a cheese stick wrapper
was popping out.

He was surprised:
"The professor eats cheese sticks?"

I said: "What's the big deal?
So he likes cheese sticks".

You like little kids?

Sorry, professor Santoro,

I didn't mean to offend you.

For real.

Can I go?

What are you gonna do?

I can't stay here forever.

They'll catch us in the end.

Now's not the time to talk,
go to sleep.

I'll buy you clothes tomorrow.

You can't keep wearing
the same things.

Actually, take them off,
I'll get them washed.

Put this on.

Enough now, go to bed.

What happened?

Hold this.

If you have something to tell me,
I'm here.

If the conservatory hadn't expelled me,

now I'd be...

a professional pianist.

Making money playing in clubs.

But I'm forced to live another life.

You can't imagine the situations
I find myself in.

- What situations?
- Never mind, professor.

Lie down.

Want some water or cognac?

A sip of cognac.

I saw you in the courtyard
with Carmine Acerno.

- Do you work with him?
- No.

I barely know him.

His wife came to my club.

Liar! He slapped you
and you didn't react.

The night before, I saw another man
with you, who was he?

You inspire trust,
but we're going down a dead end.

- Meaning?
- You know I'm fond of you.

But I can't say anything.

If that's the case, then leave.

That fucker thinks I'll quietly
let him drag me into this.

But I could tear his eyes out.

Who's dragging you into it,
Acerno or De Vivo?

Wasn't De Vivo with you
in the courtyard that night?

Why did he beat you up?

Because of a kid.

A kid?

A kid nobody can find.

Thanks, prof.

How are you, Gabriele?

You seem distressed about something.

- I've told you before, enjoy your life.
- How, dad? Teach me.

The only thing you live intensely
is your fantasies,

but life is made up of facts.

You're a Protestant in the wrong place.

Wonder who I took after.

I'm starting to lose it,
every day is worse.

I don't even remember who I just saw,

what they said, what I did.

Your brother brought me newspapers

and the next day he asked
if I read the "Corriere" article.

I didn't even remember he came by,
let alone the article!

It's normal to forget things
at your age.

To keep my brain active,
I memorize poems.

Glimmering stars of the Great Bear,

I never thought I'd be back to see you
shining down on my father's garden,

nor talk to you again
from the windows of this house

where I spent my childhood and saw
the last of my happiness vanish.

How dare you complain?
You're incredible.

What imaginings, what fancies...

You know,
my co-workers used to tease me

and call me "Encyclopedia Britannica".

And if anyone wanted
to refer to an old sentence,

they had to turn to me.

When I was a kid, you always seemed
annoyed about going to work.

I liked my work,

but...

judging was a burden.

Life is full of shades of gray,

and justice has to give up at one point,

it can't shine light on everything.

All that remains at the end of a trial

is an infinite feeling of compassion
for human suffering,

nothing but this.

Compassion?

This might shock you,

but today...

if I had to choose between
law and love, I'd choose love.

What happened?

He's dead.

- Who?
- You don't know?

The kid they were looking for,
Rosario Amitrano.

He was playing and fell into the well.

What's wrong?

Why aren't you talking?

Want to watch a movie on TV?

What's going on?

Tell me.

Stop, please, this is torture.

Legato, like this.

I'll be honest, Luisa,

at this rate you won't pass the test.

Your playing is sloppy,
without thought and without feeling.

If you're not capable of doing
what I tell you, then quit.

Start again.

If you want a gun,
I'll tell you where to find it.

Really?
So tell me, where?

Go to Pozzuoli's archaeological park.

Once you get inside the tunnel,

count 50 steps
and look at the wall on the left.

Stop in front of a "C"
written with coal.

Underneath it
there's a tile you can move.

My father's weapons are in that hole.

Grab the Beretta.

It's a "7", easier to hide and handle.

But make sure to do it at night.

Believe me?

No.

Who is it?

Come up.

Go hide,
I have a guest for dinner,

I forgot.

You forgot.

The first time in 10 years.

We can postpone...

No need, my kitchen's fully stocked,
but no champagne.

I brought a nice white wine.

- You do it, I'm incapable.
- I know.

To us.

I'll go cook.

- Can I put on some music?
- Go ahead.

- Haven't heard from you lately.
- I've been busy at the conservatory.

Really? You could've called at least.

- I called you a dozen times.
- You're right.

What's wrong?

You seem odd.

Nothing, why?

I feel like a burden.

You're not.

You know what?

I'll come by some other time.

Biagio...

You should've told me
you're a fucking fag!

If I'd known, I wouldn't have stayed
here, you cocksucker.

You like being ass-fucked?!

Let go!

Don't touch me.

Wait!

Ciro?

Ciro?

Ciro!

Ciro!

Can I help you?

Your wife forgot this the other day.

- Who is it?
- You forgot the soap.

See what he wants...

You didn't have to come.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Carmine, you're wrong.
Listen to me.

Hold on.

- Ciro's your son!
- No!

- He's dead to me.
- What?

Don't you understand?

You have to forget about Ciro
or we're all dead.

If we side with De Vivo,

we'll all win.

Us and our kids.

Focus on the ones who are alive,
not dead. Angela!

You sicken me!
You sicken me.

Alfonso, how's mom?

Gimme two days.

I'll bring him to you.

I went to get milk.

Let's go have breakfast.

Get dressed.

Folks, closing time.

...36, 37, 38, 39, 40...

41, 42, 43, 44, 45,

46, 47, 48, 49, 50.

Even if you can't shape

your life the way you want,

at least try as much as you can

not to degrade it by too much contact
with the world,

by too much talk,

by too much activity.

Do not degrade it

by dragging it along

and exposing it to the daily silliness
of social relations and parties

until it comes to seem
a boring hanger-on.

Lemme have a drink first!

It's we who interrupt
the action of the gods,

hasty and inexperienced

creatures of the moment.

We.

What happened?
Why didn't you come home?

Can you imitate Totò?

Can I imitate Totò?
I used to know how, let's see...

Like this.

No way!
Totò moves more like a puppet.

Move your head more,
and then like this.

Wanna play?

- What?
- We'll imitate animals.

What animals can you do?

Come on, let's play.

I win!

Are you dead?

Pick a card.

Memorize it, put it back in.

There's no trick, no deception.

I'll shuffle.

Smooth...

Smooth... Is this it?

- How'd you do that?
- I'm a magician.

The fool's face, I wear it for you

The crazyman's scowl,
I wear it for you

In the middle of my head
I feel this heavy thing

I stop here, I stop there

And start to count
from one to 300, out loud

He's crazy, he's crazy

People say: "Run, run!"

I sold 300 carriages

I sold 300 palaces

I look like a madman

Only for you!

Oh, how heavy my head is
Oh, how heavy my head is

He's crazy, he's crazy
Oh, how heavy my head is...

Is there any shower gel?

Mom always pours it in.

But don't look, I'm embarrassed.

Do you miss your mom?

I only miss my cell phone.

So?

Are we screwed, Gabriele?

Come here. Come on.

I lied the other day.

I didn't see the Mesas get killed.

I knew that.

Some killer...

Professor, hello.

- Hear about Acerno?
- No.

Dead on the rooftop.

They say he shot himself.

- What happened?
- Get up, we have to go.

- Why?
- Hurry up!

- Tell him no run-around this time.
- Sure thing.

Good.

Stay down.

Where are we going?

To a friend's.

Insigne passes to Mertens...

Koulibaly...

Rebound.

Here comes Mertens...

He shoots...

Nunzio!

Hello, professor.

You're probably surprised to see me,
but I need to ask for a favor.

Can we stay here tonight?

He's my son,

Ciro.

Of course, professor.
Come in.

This way.

Ettore!

Here you go.

I saw you dribbling outside.
You like soccer?

You and dad go to the stadium?

Never, not even once.

Professor, with all due respect,
that is unforgivable.

Even if you don't like soccer,
take him to the stadium at least once.

I will, very soon.

Promise?

You don't like it?

Hello? Is that you, professor?

I can't come tomorrow.

In two days.

Okay, prof.

All right.

Goodbye, see you in two days.

You liked the soup!

Can I watch some TV?

Sorry, Ciro. It's broken
and I don't care to fix it.

He's tired, it's time for bed.

Come on.

- Night, professor.
- Goodnight.

Sleeping like a baby...

what a nice life you have.

Hello?

Hello?

Why aren't you eating?

Ciro, come here.

Pick some pastries to take home.

Why, we're going back
to that shitty place?

Next time, we'll go to a 5-star hotel.

Can I get some pastries?

- How many?
- A dozen.

- Are the cannoli good?
- Yes.

- Cream puff!
- A cream puff.

I did it.

Yesterday I sent a message
to Rosario from your phone.

He asked where I was.

Rosario is dead,

they killed him.

How is it?

Too sweet.

My memory sucks,
I can forgive but not forget

I don't talk like dogs
but understand it all

I got some dough,
I know what I want

I know what I want

I ain't afraid of anyone
I ain't afraid of anyone

I ain't afraid of anyone

I ain't afraid of anyone

Anyone

My memory sucks,
I can forgive but not forget

I ain't afraid of anyone

I ain't afraid of anyone
I ain't afraid of anyone

Ciro?

Ciro?

- Ciro, wake up.
- Where are we?

Almost in France.

Come out.

Hide here, we have no choice.

If you're afraid of the dark,
use this.

If they catch us,
we won't see each other again.

Anyway...

I ain't afraid of anyone.

I ain't afraid of anyone.

Hello, documents please.

- Vacation?
- A trip to Provence.

- Enjoy.
- Thanks.

"Dear Mr. Santoro,

"let it be known that for 10 days

"I've been hiding Ciro Acerno,
the 10-year-old boy,

"I illegally took him away
from his family.

"I'm hiding him so he doesn't get killed
like his friend Rosario Amitrano.

"The two boys are guilty of mugging
a mafia boss' mother, Maria De Vivo,

"leaving her in a coma,

"and underworld law demands
they pay for this with their lives.

"Since their families
did not report this, I will.

"Until law enforcement lets me know
how this will be handled,

"Ciro and I will remain in hiding.

"Best regards,
Gabriele Santoro."

Diego, we have to go.