(dramatic music)
(glass shattering)
(dramatic music)
(logo popping)
(logo whooshing)
(logo clicking)
(dramatic music)
(leaves fluttering)
(atmospheric electronic music)
(insects chirping)
(trees rustling)
Come on Agostino, we're almost there!
(motorcycle rumbling)
Faster Antò!
Ok, you go!
Antò, come over here!
I'm here!
Hurry up!
Hey Turi.
Is everything ok?
- The keys are on the window. - Ok perfect thank you.
Hi Turi!
Hi Tino!
Antò, I'm going to rest. I'm done.
- Go rest! See you. - Bye.
(gentle guitar music)
Antò, listen to this...
I wanna live in the big city not sit here and drink spirits...
Believe me, this place is dead... it makes you crazy...
I wanna get away from this barren land...
if you're looking for a chick in this dump...
the only dick that can touch her is the parish priest's...
I wanna party like you see online, with those crazy gals...
Who do I invite here? A few chickens and a cow...
but I could stay here, open a whorehouse in this old farmhouse...
But where's the whores? Where's the cash?
I can make more dough with sheep for these peasants, now that's trash.
Hey, you know what we can do with this shithole?
You're such an asshole, man
We can set up a massive loudspeaker right here.
So people'll be able to hear our crap as far as Palermo.
You know what?
I'll ask your father at the town hall...
My father?
Wanna know what we should really do?
We'll build a wall all around it
we dig a great big hole and fill it with water and crocodiles...
- Crocodiles?
- All the shit you see in castles in films.
We'll become an independent village
just me and you will live in this place.
Me and you!
Fuck everyone else! Assholes!
Fuck you bastards!
- Fuck you! - FUUUUUUCK YOUUUUU!
FUUUUUUCK YOUUUUU!
(upbeat electronic music)
(branches rustling)
(Antonio breathing heavily)
- [Bus Driver] Hey honey, we're at the end stop
so you have to get off.
(dramatic music)
- Hey, I'm sorry.
Have you seen my bag?
(sighs)
(bus engine rumbling)
(bus engine revving)
(gentle music)
(traffic whirring)
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ He watched them get on out of the corner of his eye ♪
♪ Gotta new walk, gotta new life ♪
♪ The end of the night will fix your right eye ♪
♪ People in trouble become so complicated ♪
♪ It's all up in your mind ♪
♪ You think already, you think already ♪
♪ I'm not considering church time ♪
♪ He tried to fly high, try to fly in prime ♪
♪ Cannot open his mind ♪
♪ Out in the world like hate decide a new order ♪
♪ And I feel left behind ♪
♪ I'm a color ♪
♪ I'm a life ♪
♪ I'm a number and I'm cold ♪
♪ Got my diamonds in my pocket ♪
Nijmegen, The Netherlands
♪ Will I forget my name in time ♪
♪ Before they wash away the crime ♪
♪ I don't have to share my name ♪
♪ But I'm going to gain bills ♪
♪ It sound the same ♪
♪ What you think of all this life ♪
♪ But what you believe, I fear is lame ♪
- Thank you. - Bye.
♪ To prevent your sacred calling ♪
(upbeat hip hop music)
- Hey Uri, I tried to getting hold of you all last night.
Where the fuck were you, bastard?
I'm not even coming to work today.
No, I'm fine, but you have to cover me, right?
I am to meet a friend of mine.
Just tell Dave I'll be back tomorrow.
♪ He lost his mind, what's the reason for living ♪
♪ Well people on my scene can't be leaving things honest ♪
♪ I think about what it's like to be honest ♪
♪ The people must see ♪
♪ To be must know their honest ♪
♪ I'm the honest one ♪
♪ You wanna fly high ♪
♪ All aboard for a new sight ♪
♪ Got to New York with a new life ♪
♪ At the end of the night, we'll fix you up right ♪
♪ People are thoroughly complicated ♪
♪ And it's all up and away ♪
♪ You think you're ready, you think you're ready ♪
♪ I'm not gonna sit here and judge tonight ♪
♪ You try to find out, try find time ♪
♪ I can't make up my mind ♪
♪ I didn't know what I'd like to be ♪
♪ On the side of the road, never look behind ♪
♪ I'm a color ♪
♪ I'm a life ♪
♪ I'm a number and I'm cold ♪
♪ Got diamonds in my pockets ♪
♪ Pulling sand along on the road ♪
♪ You laugh again, name the time ♪
♪ If I'm to wash away the grime ♪
♪ I don't have the shame of name ♪
♪ But I'm going again, you all sound the same ♪
♪ All you think about is life ♪
♪ What you believe, I'm afraid is lame ♪
♪ And in the future, I'll come by ♪
♪ So call me back to say goodbye ♪
(traffic whirring)
(upbeat music on computer) (singing in foreign language)
(Agostino laughs)
Tino!
(traffic whirring)
I haven't eaten in the last 24 hours, thank you.
(truck door closes)
There you go. Take a shower.
(water splashing)
(dramatic electronic music)
(children laughing)
Come here Antò.
(metallic clanking)
(traffic whirring)
(keyboard clattering)
"Your AD will expire in a few hours. RENEW NOW"
What are you doing?
I'm checking my bank account.
You can't touch anything here.
I'm not doing anything.
Do not touch anything
Right!
You can sleep here.
Thank you.
(melancholy music)
(traffic whirring)
(customers chattering)
Thank you.
(pills rattling)
Mate, this shirt sucks!
Everybody looks down on me.
I have to be in Düsseldorf by 10.
I have to be in Düsseldorf by 10 too.
(dishes clacking)
The bill, please.
Two euros, please.
Thank you.
(upbeat rock music)
This truck's a space ship!
Or a house...
Nice...
You're not on Facebook, are you?
It took me a lifetime to find you on that other one.
It uses a strange language, I can't understand anything.
Why don't you add me to your friends?
(phone ringing)
Antò, don't say a word.
Hello Anne!
How's it going August, no delays?
Everything running like clockwork.
Listen... I've got a message from the boss.
There you go...
There's a load waiting for you in Antwerp this evening.
It's my day off tomorrow, Anne.
I'm sorry, but you know him.
You're the only one who can make it.
He has provided a little extra for you.
Okay, you got it.
I knew we could count on you!
I'll send you details at the warehouse tomorrow at 7 am. Okay?
Ok. Thank you Anne.
Thank you. Have a nice trip.
Bye.
Shit, Anna!
What fucking language is that?
"August"?
Is that what people call you?
You're a real kraut now, aren't you?
Where did you leave your sandals and white socks?
Those are for special occasions.
"August".
What a dickweed!
At least we'll get rid of this dead weight, Turi.
No more real estate tax or debt recovery agencies...
Look at the bright side, perhaps we'll get a good offer
and I'll be able to pay you the work you've done these last years
Me too, Turi.
Thanks, I have to go now. We'll speak soon.
A big hug from me too. Bye...
(traffic whirring)
(urine trickling)
Look at that.
Hello.
Your ID, please.
What?
Your ID, please.
- Oh, I don't speak Dutch.
Italiano.
Good morning.
What's the matter?
Do you know this guy?
Yes.
He did something forbidden.
It's prohibited to urinate in public.
I don't know what they want...
Apology.
They want your ID.
Give it to them.
It's on the truck.
Go and get it!
Antò, you'll get me into real trouble.
Bloody hell, I was only taking a leak.
There's pisser!
What are you supposed to do if you're suddenly bursting, man?
(dramatic electronic music)
Get up there, go on, we're late!
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
Antwerp, Belgium
(customers chattering)
Ready to order, gentlemen?
- Yeah, um.
I'll have a cheeseburger...
with fries...
and a Wiener Schnitzel for him.
Wonderful!
May I suggest our camembert croquettes as a starter?
Do you want some cheese croquettes?
Do you speak French?
Just a little. I prefer English, sir.
- [Antonio] English, is perfect.
Tell me about this croquettes.
Do they taste good?
- So actually, they're a authentic normal recipe.
We fry them in Italian olive oil.
They're filled with Camembert, it's a delicious cheese.
You'll see, they're quite extraordinary.
- Sure.
How much are they giving you?
- What do you mean sir?
- How many have you sold so far?
- Um, seven.
- And you gotta get to 10.
- That's the purpose.
- Yeah, we'll have three portions.
Are you crazy? Three portions?
Let me do it.
- Okay.
- Thank you. - I'll be back in a moment.
- Yes, thank you.
Who's gonna eat three portions?
Let's see how it's going to end up!
Go on, then. Tell me about yourself.
I'm so happy to see you.
Can you tell me why you came?
What?
Are you so sorry I came, Tino?
- Here we are gentlemen.
- Thank you.
- Enjoy. - Thank you very much.
Mm.
That's bloody awful, my friend!
You ordered three portions of the goddam things!
Let me deal with this...
Fuck you doin'?
Nothing, I'm doing nothing. Am I doing something?
You're disgusting...
Problem solved.
Look, I come here often... this is fucking embarrassing
Don't you worry. They'll treat you like a a prince ‘cause of this.
Trust me, it's my line of work.
Now look and learn.
Don't call him like a dog!
No! I'm calling him like...
- Everything okay, sir?
You enjoying the croquettes?
- Delicious. - Okay.
- Is that the manager over there?
- That's him, right. - Yeah.
- Uh, is there a problem?
- No, everything is okay, you were perfect.
- So, can I help you
with anything? - I just need
to talk to him please.
Thank you. - Okay, no problem.
Just a minute please. - Thank you very much.
Would you have him fired?
No no, we'll have good time!
Up to you.
Have you been helped?
Look here.
- Oh. - Oh.
See that?
- Yes, yes, I'm--
- It's a dick hair.
- Sorry?
- It's a dick hair.
A hair from somebody's cock.
- I'm awfully sorry,
and I have no idea how that would happen,
and I'm so embarrassed.
- It is hair.
It's normal for you?
- Yes, no, no, of course not.
No, it's not normal to me, no, of course not.
I'm so sorry, you know what,
I will, I will get you some fresh ones immediately.
- No, thank you very much.
We are not eating it, please, no.
- Okay, yes, I, of course, I'm so sorry.
- So, where is your area manager?
- You know what guys, um,
how about a bottle of wine on the house?
- Wine? - Yes, you know what,
let me take care of this inconvenience,
and pick a bottle, here.
- Any wine I want?
- Any wine you want, sir.
- Thank you.
All right, so, we would like to have maybe this one.
- Yeah, mm-hmm. - Oh, that one?
- This one, it's a problem?
- No, of course not.
No, it's no problem.
Good, I will send you the bottle of wine.
And excuse me for the um.
- No problem.
(Antonio and Agostino laughing)
You son of a bitch
Suck it to me!
(Antonio laughing)
Fuck... the look on his face when you said you wanted the champagne!
If there's one thing I learned in London
it's that if you don't want to pay, you can always find a way
So, when were you in London?
- Five fuckin' years!
Five fuckin' years!
It was shit
There was once a king, Befè.
Biscuit and Minè.
Who had a daughter, Befiglia
Biscuit and Miniglia.
Then there were a couple of sisters...
But now I can't remember well...
(Antonio laughing)
Fuck, I really missed all your crap.
I looked so hard for you all these years.
It's been so long...
I was such a jerk
Do you like saunas?
What's with saunas?
Do you like it?
Yes, I like it.
What the fuck are you doing?
Tino, what the...
Fuck!
(doorbell buzzing)
(Antonio laughing)
Fuck you laughing at?
(upbeat electronic music in the distance)
I'm not sure if we're really living through this
or am I just remembering something from years ago?
(Agostino and Antonio laughing)
(atmospheric electronic music)
Welcome.
Two, please.
(Antonio laughing)
♪ Refuse to let you know ♪
♪ I saved you ♪
♪ Drowning so deep ♪
♪ Keep smiling out ♪
♪ Over the rainbow ♪
♪ Keep smiling out ♪
♪ Over the rainbow ♪
♪ Keep smiling out ♪
♪ Over the rainbow ♪
♪ Keep smiling out ♪
♪ Over the rainbow ♪
(atmospheric music)
(man moaning)
(woman moaning)
(man groaning)
(woman groaning)
(man groaning)
(man laughing)
(woman groaning)
(water gurgling)
(atmospheric music)
(water splashing)
(dramatic electronic music)
(singing in foreign language)
Fuck, it's late!
- No, please, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I can, I can explain you, okay.
I can be at the restaurant in one hour.
Come on, no problem, no?
Wait, please wait, wait.
Oh, fuck you!
I don't want to become some asshole manager like you, okay!
Fuck you!
What a pain in the ass!
Die!
Everything's cool
Come on, hurry up.
(dramatic electronic music)
Move it, I'm bloody late!
(singing in foreign language)
You stay in the truck
I don't want anyone to see you!
You can't be serious, you should have left already hours ago!
Jesus Christ, you'll never make up for the time lost, you know that?
Ok, here's the paper work. Load up the goods as fast as you can...
Where shall I drop you off?
Have you decided?
I don't know. My head's exploding...
(radio static)
- Vladimir, you copy, back?
Vladimir, can you hear me? Back.
Vladimir, Volcano here, can you hear me? Back.
Volcano, Vladimir here. Modulate. Back.
I Left with a delay from Antwerp. Direction: Italy, Venice area.
Down into Italy, Venice area, back.
Careful in Frankfurt - Munich. There's been a car accident near Munich.
Haven't been on the scene yet.
Cheers,Vlad. Speak to you later maybe.
Back Over.
No problem. See you.
I'll be driving all night long...
Fuck!
(upbeat hip hop music on earphones)
(singing in foreign language)
Anyone there? Back.
Someone's listening? Back.
K31 here. Can you hear me?
Hi K31, I'm stuck!
Close to Ulm.
What the fuck is happening over there, back.
A truck made an accident just after Ulm.
I'm in the queue for at least two hours...
Thanks K31, back over.
No problem.
What's going on?
We're in a jam, can't you see?
Of course I see it.
(horn blaring)
(singing in foreign language)
Fuck!
I'll get out at the next exit. We'll go on the country road for a bit.
(melancholy music)
- Antonio!
Tino!
Antonio!
(Antonio whispering faintly)
(truck whirring)
Children!
(upbeat reggae music)
Remember the time we hid away for two whole days, Tino?
We almost set the house on fire.
If it wasn't for grandpa, we'd both be dead.
But it worked... everyone thought we'd really left home.
I still remember your mum...
I remember Paola's face when she found us.
(upbeat reggae music)
They're selling it off.
Who?
The State.
I've got debts for thirty thousand euro...
The expenses... taxes after taxes... Turi working with no wages...
If I don't pay within eight days... it'll be auctioned
I couldn't keep up with all the expenses...
I did everything wrong...
I even came to you without a spare t-shirt.
I'll start from scratch and fuck it.
A friend of mine is going to Australia... I might go too.
I could open my own place...
on the beach... the sun...
If they sell it, good, I'll get some money to invest...
Wanna come with me?
Why not...
A place only for us, like we used to say when we were young.
Yeah. It's my dream...
With all the money you've got we can set up some luxury joint.
Our waiters will be wearing tailcoats.
(alarm beeping)
- ...we can open a brothel too-- - Fuck!
- [Woman] You've reached nine hours driving.
You reached nine hours driving.
(upbeat reggae music)
(truck rumbling)
(tires screeching)
(upbeat reggae music)
Are you happy, Tino?
What?
Are you happy...
...with your life...?
What's the question?
I'm fine with my life!
Come on, you must have a motherfucking problem in your life!
Are you actually happy to live in here alone?
What do you want, man?
Maybe once, during these 15 years
(tires screeching)
you've thought about how our lives would be if we'd stayed in Blufi?
What did you come here for, Antonio?
You disappeared from one day to the next.
Without saying anything, without giving me the opportunity to talk.
You didn't give a shit about me.
You don't know shit!
(tires screeching)
I found out from your father you were in some school in Switzerland
and after that nothing else!
If I hadn't come to you, I could be dead forall you care!
(tires screeching)
Antò, fuck you!
No, fuck you.
(card tapping)
(Agostino sniffing)
(sighs)
(sniffing)
(truck rumbling)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(Antonio crying)
(melancholy music)
(Antonio screams)
- Antonio?
Antonio?
(steam hissing)
- Tino?
Tino, no.
Tino! what the fuck did you do?
Come along...
(Agostino groans)
Can you stand? OK.
Let's get down
Tino?
What a blow!
Can you hear me, Tino?
Open up your eyes.
Let's get out of here.
Open up your eyes!
What the fuck did you do?
My truck...
We’ll fix it, don't worry.
(bells ringing)
Lessini Mountains, Trentino, Italy
Well?
I can do it: about a half day's work.
Okay. So, we can set off tonight?
I'm busy right now.
I can fix your truck tomorrow.
What do you mean tomorrow? We got a delivery to make...
I've got work to do, too.
Plus, your friend can't drive such a state.
He needs some rest.
Well
I can give you these. It's not much but please...
It's very important. My friend's job is at stake.
Forget that.
If it was money I was after, I'd still be a mechanic.
(metal clanking)
You can give me a hand, if you like.
The time I'll save I can use to work on your truck.
Where do I start?
(chickens clucking)
(bell ringing)
- Like that.
Good.
You've done this before?
- Yes, I did it when I was kid.
- I can see.
(milk squirting) Good.
Okay, I have to leave you guys now.
I'll stay here.
Want some?
It's a real beast this one.
Is it good?
Sure.
Made it myself.
You good girl...
You've just arrived...
Yes.
I ended up here by chance too.
As usual, Michael?
Five in the morning, I wake up today.
What the hell you think?
- And who are you?
The truck driver's friend? - Yes, I'm Antonio.
- Emily. - Nice to meet you.
Can you take the bucket?
(bell ringing)
Thank you.
So how's your friend doing?
- Now, much better.
He is resting.
- Okay, you having a good time?
- Yeah, it's fun here.
- Good, see you later.
- Yep.
Have some more.
So we can milk them better.
(atmospheric music)
(melancholy guitar)
Losing something important is the most atrocious experience
that a human being has to face
but it can become a precious stimulus for growth.
You never thought about getting back home...
To go away... to get back... no difference...
To go where?
That's the point!
This is philosophy!
- I'm a post-release.
Together with Karl here,
we are taking care of our beautiful cattle,
producing cheese,
which is something I used to do even back home
before I had to flee.
The regime was so tight,
and they came and took away everything,
our cows, our houses, our life.
- Get off. - Agostino, how are you?
Feeling better?
(group chattering)
- Much better, thanks.
- Okay, then I will go on to working on your truck.
- Thank you.
- Thank you very much, Karl.
- I should be the one to thank you.
They told me that you are a countryside expert.
- I did something in my village when I was young.
(group chattering)
- So where are you from?
- I'm from London, Berlin, Brussels.
(group chattering)
- Okay, I am now going.
I have to go.
Goodnight. - Okay, Karl.
- Goodnight, Karl. - Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Karl - Goodnight.
- So you're a man from the world then?
Where do you come from?
- I came in where I was born. (laughing)
(Emily laughing) Sorry.
I'm from Sicily.
(group chattering)
- Nice.
- From some small village in the middle of nowhere.
A bit like this place.
- It must be amazing.
- Yes, it is.
If you go there as a tourist.
(Emily laughing)
- Yeah? - I'm hoping to,
to leave early tomorrow morning. So I just want to thank you
for your hospitality and your help.
- Thanks to you. - Now I go to sleep.
- [Woman] Okay, goodnight then.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
(group chattering)
- Is he okay?
- Yep.
- Did you travel long?
- Oh, for three day, maybe.
- Day and night?
- Yeah. - Wow.
- [Emily] Here's the reason, the bourbon!
- Yeah? (Emily laughing)
- Yes, pretty, pretty good. (Emily laughing)
(Emily and Antonio chattering faintly in distance)
- [Antonio] What do you call it?
- [Emily] You mean a WWOOFer?
- WWOOFer? - (laughing) Yes.
- [Antonio] How does it work?
- [Emily] They give you food and a place to sleep
and teach you the job.
- That's it? (chuckles)
And what where you doing in Cornwall?
- Breeding sheep.
- Sheep?
- (chuckles) Yeah, sheep.
(laughing)
Does it really seem so strange to you
that some people love this kind of life?
- No, it's okay, it's natural.
Who doesn't love breeding sheep?
(Emily laughing) Unless you're in a magazine
or food conscious to become shepherds.
- My mom actually grew up in the countryside,
but then she had to move to Berlin before I was born
and because she got married.
My dad is an insurance broker over there.
She never really got use to city life,
and my dad was always working.
And, um, when she died, I decided
to stop living my father's life.
- Well, and regret now?
- I mean, look around you.
(trees rustling)
It's wonderful.
Close your eyes.
(Antonio chuckles)
Breathe in the peacefulness.
(inhales and exhales)
It teaches you to live for the moment,
and not obsessively thinking about
what you're gonna do tomorrow.
There's none of this anxiety
that arrives from always wanting to come first
and to prevail over others at all costs.
The others are no enemies.
So what about you?
- What?
- Tell me about yourself.
All these places where you've lived,
and what did you go there for?
- To live.
(Emily laughs)
What are you laughing at?
- I'm sorry.
- Everyone's leaving Blufi.
You know, it's empty now.
There isn't nothing funny about that.
- But I'm not interested in what the others are doing,
I'm interested in you.
- I never met my father,
my grandparents are dead, my mother too,
and our ranch is about to be sold.
You got that?
Oh.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry about your mom.
- She never wanted to live.
Her debt.
She worked hard till the very end.
Suffering.
- If you like, I can rub my dad and buy your land.
(Emily and Antonio chuckle)
So I can come and see you there.
- Oh, you'd love it.
(Emily laughing)
You'll find plenty of sheep there.
They haven't left yet.
(Emily laughing)
Um.
- [Emily] You fancy a swim?
- (Chuckles] Now?
- Yes. - Where?
- [Emily] Follow me.
(atmospheric music)
(stick whacking against branches)
(Antonio sighs)
(stick whacking against branches)
Go!
Like that!
This side! There's a lot!
(rooster crowing) (chimes jingling)
Agostino!
Good morning!
Karl's gone to the dairy.
He said to tell you the truck's ready.
Thanks!
Listen.
Have you seen the guy I was with by any chance?
Antonio?
No, not this morning...
(rooster crowing)
Ok, have a nice day.
See you.
Have a safe trip.
(atmospheric guitar)
(atmospheric electronic music)
♪ How long will artists pretend ♪
♪ That everything's okay ♪
(truck engine whirring)
♪ I'm moving always ♪
Tino!
Tino! Wait for me!
Wait for me!
♪ All which we clung to ♪
♪ Just something to forget ♪
♪ How long will artists pretend ♪
♪ That everything's okay ♪
(phone ringing)
- Hey, Anne.
Hey, Anne?
Hey, August!
Just calling to check how you're doing.
I'm fine now, Anne
I'll be there by 12.
Cool! Perfect.
Talk later.
- Anne?
Yes?
- I owe you one.
- [Anne] It's okay.
It's ok.
Have a good trip.
(atmospheric electronic music)
Venice Port Marghera, Italy
(truck clanking)
(forklift beeping)
(metallic clanking)
(machinery whirring)
I'll never forget the day I told my father...
"Mayor Torre's son is a queer..."
Shame on him...
He knocked the living daylights out of me too!
He wanted to send me to my uncle's in Switzerland.
That's right... so no one could say anything...
But I ran away.
That's the truth
Why didn't you tell me?
I thought I'd disgust you.
I didn't understand anything...
I'm sorry.
It was hard at the beginning...
I didn't know anyone, I was alone...
I used to work at night
I didn't understand the language,
they'd take the piss 'cause I'm Italian...
Then I met Robin.
It lasted seven years...
He helped me a lot...
He taught me Flemish...
I became a blond...
Then it ended. He fell for someone else...
(atmospheric electronic music)
I suffered so much...
But I could suffer without being ashamed.
And I miss my land.
But I'd never go back there.
Not even if we built our castle?
(melancholy guitar)
I thought you were mad at me...
You're all the family I've got left...
(traffic whirring)
(atmospheric music)
- Allow me to make up for this inconvenience.
Please, sir, please.
It was at my most hurtful.
(cork pops)
Apologies.
(Antonio laughing)
Suck it!
(Agostino laughing)
- Here's to you, mate! - Here's to you!
You could come to Antwerp with me...
(Antonio chuckles)
- Oh, no.
I was thinking I could spend some time at the farm...
Are you in love then?
What are you talking about?
You're in love!
I can spend a few months there and then perhaps
with the money from the farmhouse I can buy a plot of land in Australia
You can tell me, you're in love!
Here's to Emily!
What about you?
I'm gonna drink.
What are you gonna do?
I'll work.
I'll load and upload. I'll drive...
Seriously... What are you gonna do...
I have some money.
I want to buy my own truck. So I can decide when to work.
You're right.
(phone ringing)
Turi?! What's up?
(Turi speaking faintly)
Yeah, that's good news.
It's just that I'm having dinner with a friend...
Tell him Saturday's fine.
I'll get myself organised and come down.
Turi thank you.
Me too.
Bye.
Turi found a buyer...
Aren't you glad?
What's that face?
The buyer is your father.
What do you wanna do then?
I haven't got much chioice...
If I don't sell it to him, he'll buy it at the auction.
What would you do if you were in my shoes?
Are you alone?
Let's go, he's a faggot.
(phone beeps)
"ANNE: Naples or Bari. Both tomorrow"
(gas pump whirring)
Antò.
- Yeah?
I've made up my mind.
I'll take you to Sicily.
Are you crazy? What are you talking about?
I can't leave you alone.
You couldn't even get to Rome!
(atmospheric music)
(Antonio laughing)
(bright electronic music)
♪ And the world was turning ♪
♪ I have seen it with you ♪
♪ Took it back to the source ♪
♪ We will reach the tomorrow ♪
♪ The blood, the drug, the rain, the pain ♪
♪ We hurt together ♪
♪ The pain, the pain ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again, again ♪
♪ Again, again, again ♪
♪ And the world will turn ♪
♪ Run into the fear ♪
♪ You hurt again ♪
♪ Too late, debate again ♪
♪ The blood, the time, the road, we do it ♪
♪ Your heart, to give away the pain ♪
♪ Again, again ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again We will reach the tomorrow ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again We will reach the tomorrow ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again, again, again ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again We will reach the tomorrow ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again, again, again ♪
♪ Again, again, again ♪
(seagulls squawking)
(ship horn blaring)
Since you came all the way here...
I have to load in Naples in six hours.
So it was all just an excuse for you to have company, right?
Might have been...
Are you sure you wanna sell it to that asshole?
You could turn it into a Wwoof farm...
Think about it.
(ship horn blaring)
Thanks, Tino.
Thank you.
Promise me another fifteen years won't go by...
Cheers Antò.
(melancholy music)
Blufi, Sicily, Italy
(trees rustling)
(melancholy music)
(keys jangling)
(melancholy guitar)
(dramatic music)
(group laughing and playing)
(phone beeps)
(birds chirping)
(keypad clicking)
I decided you shouldn't give away anything to that asshole!
'cause that's your house...
If you decide to sell it
or not to spend the money for drugs and prostitutes
then you can give me the money back, okay? You know where I am.
Goodbye bastard, I love you.
(Antonio laughing)
(trees rustling)
(insects chirping)
(Antonio laughing)
Thank you, my friend.
(dramatic music)
Fuck you bastards!
- [Man] Antonio!
- Fuck you! - FUUUUUCK YOUUUUU!
♪ Give away the pain ♪
FUUUUUCK YOUUUUU!
♪ Again, again, again, again ♪ We will reach the tomorrow ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again, again ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again We will reach the tomorrow ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again
♪ Again, again, again, again, again ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again We will reach tomorrow ♪
♪ Again, again, again One more time ♪
♪ I'm still with you ♪
♪ It's all left up to the signs ♪
♪ We will reach the tomorrow ♪
♪ The blood, the talk, the room for two ♪
♪ You learn to give, the rain, the pain ♪
♪ The blood, the drug, the game ♪
♪ We'll play again, again ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again We will reach the tomorrow ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again ♪
♪ Again, again, again, again We will reach the tomorrow ♪
(upbeat rock music)
(singing in foreign language)
(music continues)