Pardon me, pal, do you have a cigarette?
No, sorry.
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{i>And my son, poor Matteo,{/i> {i>God only knows how he's doing.{/i>
{i>But how did all that start?{/i>
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{i>The sun, the sea,{/i> {i>my cousin Vincenzo...{/i>
{i>in a nutshell, everything as usual.{/i>
Here.
This is a big one.
What happened? Did you hurt yourself?
- It 's a chasm! - That 's nothing. Wash it.
What do you mean, "wash it"? Might as well piss on it!
- He hurt himself. - Congratulations.
It 's still hurting, Mom.
Sit down.
Put your hand in here.
- Fuck, it 's hot! - Don't you use that language.
You could bring the kid here instead of sending him further North.
Even the doctor said the sun would help with his bronchitis.
He's 15 years old, Mom. I can't force him to come with me.
He's still a boy. He needs someone to take care of him...
to fix him a hot meal when he returns from school.
He has a hot meal. And his clothes are washed and pressed.
And his room is tidy, even though he doesn't lift a finger.
That 's not all one needs in life, Luigi.
Matteo never felt need of anything. That 's his problem.
- Did you go see Dad? - I'm going this afternoon.
Since they killed his mother...
that poor creature is here every Sunday. Never fails.
- Who is he? - Antonietta Franconeri's son.
It 's that woman who got shot last summer.
His father was already in jail. They put the kid on a boarding school.
With priests.
- Wasn't that Grandma's name? - That 's why I'm telling you.
He's Aunt Franca's grandson.
Rosario.
I'm Luigi Guarnieri, Rosa's son. I'm sorry about your mother.
If there's anything I can do...
- What year are you in? - I'll make the junior high's exams.
Great. What will you do after that? Find a job?
I want to go on studying. I'd like to do the classical.
Classical high school? I did it too. It was hard, though.
I worked with my uncle in the afternoon as a bricklayer.
I studied only nights.
What can one do? Us people always need to put in twice the effort.
- I like to study. - I don't doubt it.
- But you chose the hardest way. - I choose whatever suits me best.
And I don't have to explain myself to anyone. Excuse me, I have to go.
Good afternoon.
Rosario is a knucklehead, Luigi. He's smart, but he's too clammed up.
Last year, when his mom died, we passed round the hat for him.
We've raised almost ten million lire. Do you know what he did?
He refused the money. He sent us a nice letter in which he said:
"I thank you all, but I don't need this money."
Got it? He's too proud. Anyway, we're all like that.
- What will you do next winter? - What should I do?
Where do you guys have a view like this one up North?
I don't understand how you can live up there.
Pasqualino Lo Forte said when he went to the factory he was scared...
because people's faces were all gray. They all seemed ill.
Come on, Vincenzo, when did that happen? 2O years ago!
Now there aren't even workers in factories anymore, only robots.
Okay, but you can't deny that you guys are sadder up North.
- You're the sad one, Vince'. - Come on, are you kidding?
I go to the beach six months a year, I'm always outdoors.
- We're fine here, I tell you. - Are you sure?
- Why don't you come up for a while? - Where to? Turin?
- What would I do there? - You could work.
Stop wasting your time, set your mind straight.
I'll be glad to lend you a hand.
- You would? - I will.
That way you could bring us a little of your high spirits.
- I must think on it. - Okay, but don't think too much.
Thanks, Luigi. I love you, man.
Good morning, sir, how do you do? Mr. Cappabianca is waiting for you.
I told him to schedule an appointment, but he insisted.
- Sir. - Good morning.
- I'm sorry to bother you. - No problem.
- So? Speak to me. - It 's a rather delicate matter.
Don't worry, you can talk.
I was summoned to appear before the judge next week.
So what?
I just wanted some advice from you on how I should act.
What do you want me to say? Go and answer the questions.
Do you want me to go and tell?
- Tell him what you know. Goodbye. - Goodbye.
- Who was flirting with you? Him? - No, that 's Giovanna's husband.
Here.
- Him. This is Claudio. - Handsome lad.
I thought he was a local fisherman.
- What does he do for a living? - He's an actor.
- But not in Italy. Never seen him. - You are such an asshole.
- It 's just that I'm kinda jealous. - No, you're not.
You don't give a damn, otherwise you wouldn't let me go by myself.
You know I'm old-fashioned. I like to spend my vacations with Mom.
- You could take me along to Mom's. - What? She doesn't know you exist.
Poor Serena. No Prince Charming for you, just this luckless bastard.
Should we go to your place?
No need to bother. I'll call a cab.
Well, I can give you a lift.
- Okay. Bye. - Bye.
How do you do?
- Who was that? - A friend of mine.
We met in London and traveled together from there.
You've got an earring now?
- Well, hi, anyway. - Hi.
- How are you? - Come on, Dad.
"Dad, Dad". That 's the only thing you say.
No, thanks. I've had too much coffee already.
- You said, about the expenses? - 3,3OO million.
That statement is correct, because actually those are...
expenses which are impossible to record.
For instance: The daughter of a client of ours gets married.
Someone from the company buys her a present on behalf of everyone.
Or maybe an executive simply needs some work done at his house.
There is the bad habit of using company personnel.
I understand, but we're talking about 3,3OO million.
Does that seem a lot?
It 's in keeping with the groups's figures. Our gross yearly sales...
I'm well aware of those figures, believe me.
Let 's do something simpler. I should have at the office...
a list of the benefitiaries for those... let 's call them monies.
I'll let you have it. That way you'll see what I mean.
- Hi. - Hi.
Here's our young uncompromising artist.
Hi, Grandpa.
- What have you done to your hair? - I've cut it myself.
Next time, go to a barbershop. Your mother's waiting for you.
- Always with his head down. - He just needs a little trust.
Honey, could you bring me a glass of water?
Do you like my latest pieces?
They're beautiful.
You don't know if they really are. But that 's not what matters most.
- Now what? Will we all go to jail? - I don't think so.
It could be a nice change of pace.
Can you answer me one thing? That Cappabianca guy...
...really did security maintenance? - Of course. Why?
The list I gave the judge shows 3OO million, unregistered, to his name.
Over the years, sometimes he did some not-so-clean work.
Don't give me that look.
Let 's say that, to cheer up the nights of some of our clients...
...he hired some female escorts. - You never told me that, though.
- Good evening, sir. - Good evening, Maria.
The mail.
- Any calls? - The messages are on the table.
- Hi, Matteo. - Hi.
- No problem, Maria will pick it up. - You're paid to do that.
Listen, pup, by now I should have called it a night already.
Exactly. Go to bed, then.
- What did you say? - Nothing. We always fight like that.
Matteo!
I asked you a question.
- Matteo, is there something wrong? - No.
Hi, Mom.
I was about to, Mom. So the new boiler has arrived? I see.
What about the washing machine? Next week.
Yes, I sent you the money. It takes a couple of days.
Matteo, turn that thing off, I can't hear.
Yeah, don't worry.
- Bye. - Hello, Luigi?
- How are you? - Don't take too long.
- Long-distance is very expensive. - I got it, Auntie.
Listen, Luigi, I've got some not-so-great news for you.
Remember that kid, Rosario? Something bad happened to him.
What?
He bashed somebody's head in?
Excuse me. I won't make a speech. Just want to point out some things.
We always say, the boys and I, that this is a meeting point...
so we're glad that you came to give us a hand.
Anyway, buy some books, and most importantly, no shoplifting, okay?
Thank you. Enough.
Take it and eat it.
Moderately, though, because the Lord is watching.
You can bullshit me, but not Him, all right?
And don't make a mess, the boys worked like a motherfucker cleaning.
- Why do you swear so much? - Are you shocked?
- I'm just a good country boy. - What? You're just a nouveau-riche.
I don't get it. He smashed some kid's head? Sent him to hospital?
They've been teasing him for months. First they killed his mom...
and now they can't accept that he wouldn't try to avenge her death.
They behave like animals and don't accept anyone who acts otherwise.
- Reform school is worse for him. - But is this Rosario your relative?
Just a distant relation. Anyway, that 's not why I'm asking you this.
He struck me as a smart kid. He just needs a helping hand.
- Okay. Want me to take care of it? - We could share the burden.
- Don Lorenzo, you're needed inside. - Okay, I'm coming. Thanks.
Go in, it 's cold. You're not a kid anymore, come on.
Worry about yourself. I'm in great shape, okay? Bye, see you.
Do you have a smoke?
You're young. Don't you smoke? How old are you?
- I'm fifteen. - You're kinda pretty for a bumpkin.
I think he'll take you. He doesn't care about the problems you have.
He takes only those he likes right away. He's nuts.
It 's not fair, right?
I talk and talk and you don't give a flyin' fuck about it.
Way to go. Be like that.
Anyway, my name's Giovanni. My friends call me Mr. Pleigin.
Do you have a smoke?
Don Lorenzo, I've been coming here for a month. I've waited all day.
I saw you, Giovanni, but now I'm busy. Behave yourself.
Don Lorenzo.
What a sanctimonious fuck.
Fuck you. And fuck you all as well.
No, no. Not you. You're a nice guy. Do you have a light?
Rosario.
Rosario, wake up. Rosario. Come with me. Come on.
Dinner's from 8 to 9, and at 11 o'clock the gates are closed.
Only the older guys sleep over. You'll meet them at dinner.
This is your room. I'll see you downstairs.
- Have you decided what you'll do? - I want to study.
Okay, but you have to work, it 's the rule. You get paid, of course.
It 's not much. You be good and you'll get paid.
You can work at the office or at the bookstore.
- You decide and let me know. - Okay.
Kareem. How are you? Fine?
Here we have some very tough cases, even tougher than you...
and we try and do what we can.
Good evening.
On the eve of His passion, when He dined with them...
He took the bread, parted it, gave it to His disciples and said:
"Take it and eat it, this is my body, offered in sacrifice for you."
He took the tumbler of wine, gave thanks with the blessing prayer...
passed it to His disciples and said:
"Take it and drink it, all of you. This is my blood...
spilt for the new eternal alliance, for you and for everyone...
in remission of sin. Do this in my memory."
Body of Christ. You're supposed to say "amen".
Amen.
Come on.
- Body of Christ. - Amen.
He helps at mass. Every morning, he wants to do all the reading.
This bumpkin of yours is turning out to be a churchworm.
After breakfast, he goes upstairs to his room and studies till noon.
If he wants to finish junior high, he's got to apply himself, no?
I think he's overdoing it a bit.
Even nights. He comes back from work and studies till midnight.
His only leisure is playing the horn he brought from Calabria.
I wonder if all that studying will do him any good in the end.
What do you say I invite him over to my house some day?
Ask him. Rosario. Come here, please.
Luigi would like to ask you something.
Sorry, Rosario, I didn't mean to disturb you. Remember me?
- I remember. - I came to see how you were doing.
- I'm fine. - Good. Glad to hear it.
Luigi wants to know if you'd like to come to his house some time.
- To do what? - We could spend a day together.
Saturday or Sunday. You'd meet my son Matteo, he is your age.
We could go out for a walk or go to the movies. But only if you want to.
I work Saturdays. Sunday morning, I have mass.
- I'm only free Sunday afternoon. - Whenever you can.
Luigi, he said Sunday afternoon. It 's tomorrow.
Oh, tomorrow? Perfect. I'll be waiting, then.
Rosario. Say goodbye, come on.
Have a nice day.
Serena! Come on.
Luigi. Listen, do we really have to pretend we don't know each other?
- I'm a married man. - I'll walk.
Where are you going? I'm just kidding. I'll take you there.
No, I'd rather walk.
I'll see you tomorrow? Oh, no. Tomorrow is for good deeds.
Don't try to be cynical, you're not even good at it. Let 's go.
- Can I ask you a question? - Of course.
Ever since we met, has anything changed in your life?
What 's the matter? Aren't you happy? Don't I give you enough?
Serena, it 's not my fault. I'm a Ionely person by nature.
Okay, okay. You're always right anyway.
Welcome. This is Matteo.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Have you had lunch? - Yes, thank you.
- Good, we can go out then. - As you wish.
- I'll fetch your jacket. - I'll go with you.
No, stay here, it 'll be quicker.
I know I'm ridiculous, but you have to understand that us Bull fans...
have a long history of suffering behind us.
For us, even a draw with a little help from the ref is a victory.
- So you never were at the stadium? - No, never.
Not even to see the Queen?
Me neither.
What? I took you to see the Derby when you were little.
We've lost, 3 to 1. Then you didn't want to go anymore.
Won't you drink it? It 'll get cold.
I don't want it.
What do you mean? Why did you order it, then?
Excuse me, but you ordered it. You never asked what we'd like to have.
I like this, but your son would rather have a milkshake.
- And why didn't you say so? - I did. Maybe you didn't hear me.
Of course. I can't hear you when you speak. You speak too low.
Excuse me.
May I come in?
Are you saying your prayers?
Good thing you pray in here, because nobody else does anymore.
- How did it go? - Fine, thanks.
- You don't seem too happy. - It all went fine, Don Lorenzo...
but you've got to be used to be around that kind of people.
- What kind of people? - People like Mr. Guarnieri.
- Gentlemen. - What do you mean, gentlemen?
Luigi comes from a family just like yours.
- But now he's become a gentleman. - And why would that be a bad thing?
It isn't. You asked me a question and I answered.
- How do you feel in here? - Fine.
- Did you make any friends? - A few.
Try and keep the enthusiasm down, will you? Just clam up like always.
Go to sleep. And try to stay calm.
I am calm.
Nice dreams, Rosario.
- Rosario. - You, here? Don't you have class?
We've cut class today. This is Adele. Adele, Rosario.
- Hi. - Hi.
We're going up the hill. It 's awesome, you can see the whole city.
And while we do nothing up there, we think about the others in class.
- I like that. Come with us. - Thanks, but I can't. I've got work.
Well, see you later then.
Bye.
- Who is that fool? Friend of yours? - Just someone I know.
They do nothing all day. I'd kick all of these daddy's boys asses.
- Tell me about him. What 's his name? - Rosario. What do you want to know?
He's cute. Why does he live in a community? Is he a junkie?
No. His parents are dead or something.
Good for him. My mom busts my chops from morning till night.
He's a very smart kid.
A little too serious, like all Southerners when they're pissed off.
- And why is he pissed off? - Beats me.
My dad thinks he's a good role model because he studies and works...
despite his tough luck, while I could do whatever I want...
...but don't want to do zilch. - Typical of your dad.
- He wants you to feel guilty. - Like I give a shit.
- See you tomorrow. - Bye, take care.
It 's all there, don't sweat it. Come on, let 's go.
I'll walk.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
I'll have one cake like that one, the chocolate one.
Excuse me. You gave me the wrong change.
- I gave you 1OO thousand, and... - Wait a minute.
Let 's see. 1O, 2O, 3O, 4O, 5O...
55, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
There's 63 thousand lire. The cake costs 37, so I think it 's...
- What 's the occasion? - I got my first salary today.
- Have a slice. - Why the long face, Rosario?
It 's small. The one in the store window seemed much bigger.
It tastes good.
Those fucks. They show you one thing and sell you another.
Come on, don't be always so negative, Rosario.
Try to cheer up a little. This place is depressing enough as it is.
One waits for Sunday all week, imagines he'll do God knows what...
and all he gets is the idea that tomorrow is Monday.
My dad always goes out with his lady friend. Friend. Yeah, right.
I think they have an affair, but he won't tell me.
He's afraid I'll take it badly, but I don't care. It 's normal.
If my mom is ill, he can't be alone all his life.
- Why? Is your mom sick? - She's kinda screwed up in the head.
But she wasn't always like that.
She wanted to be an actress, then she met my dad.
Soon after I was born, she went away to India.
She wanted to work with Mother Teresa.
My grandma had to go there and bring her back.
She even caught hepatitis.
It 's funny. He brings out something I didn't think I had in me.
What? Kindness?
No, quite the contrary.
He makes me feel selfish, attached to my little things.
This morning I saw some money on the table in the living room.
- So what? - Nothing. He makes me feel petty...
...with bad thoughts in my mind. - So you left the money there.
No.
May I?
Why don't you like chocolate?
This house is very big.
It was my grandpa's. He gave it to my parents when they got married.
- So your mom's the owner? - Okay, but what does it matter?
My dad pays for everything now.
Okay, but if he wants to live with that lady, he's gonna have to move.
Gossips. It 's not nice to talk about other people's lives.
Your father called. He said he'll be home for dinner.
- What about you? Will you stay? - No, thanks.
Well, I've fixed you two a snack in the kitchen anyway.
Okay, we're going.
You know what? Actually, I like chocolate.
- Want a sip? - No, thanks.
- What are you reading? - "The Heart Of A Boy".
There's a character with the name of the bookstore I work at.
- Isn't it a children's book? - I don't know. It 's good. Listen.
"Only he could laugh while Derossi talked about the King's funerals...
and Franti laughed. I hate him. He is evil.
He does not fear anything.
He laughs at the teacher. He steals whenever he can."
Now I know why Don Lorenzo gave the name Franti to his bookstore.
You go to classical high school, right? I'd like to do it too.
Don't, it totally sucks. There are only assholes and lame chicks.
- What do you mean, "lame"? - They think they're such hot stuff.
- Do you date any of them? - Come on. Look, here in Turin...
nobody dates anybody. People just get together and fuck.
- What about you? - I don't. I mean, not right now.
- What about that girl? - Adele? She's my cousin.
Sometimes we hook up, though. We've done nasty things up on that hill.
- I don't believe it. - Why not?
You don't seem to be that kind of guy. And she is your cousin.
- Why, you've never? - I've never done that.
- Lf I find a girl and marry her... - lf you don't? You'll be a priest?
- What 's so funny? This is me? - Yes, but it sucks.
At least take your coat off.
Are you sure?
Christmas up on the mountains? Won't it be crowded?
Who will we go with?
Just you and me.
In a little hotel...
and out there only lots and lots and lots and lots of snow.
- I don't know how to ski. - You can learn.
Yeah, right. I'll break a leg.
- What are you doing, miss? - What do you think I'm doing?
I think you're being a little too forward.
- I don't need that, thanks. - Don't you have an umbrella?
- I'll fetch one. - I'm sorry, I was delayed.
- You're going already? - Tomorrow I have to wake up early.
- Well, I'll give you a lift. - Matteo'll take me to the bus stop.
Well, if you want to come back next Sunday, we'll be glad.
We can spend some time together. Torino will play at home.
- Matteo, the umbrella. - Thanks.
Good evening.
Matteo, come here a second.
- Where's the money I left here? - What money?
Come on, go.
- Why didn't you say you took it? - I'll explain later.
Slow down!
- Did he ask if you took the money? - No.
Then it 's finished. Case closed. And you, slow down.
- I'm already going slow. - Go slower. Don't piss me off!
- How are you? - Fine.
The priest wrote to me. He praised you, said you work and study.
You don't know how that makes me proud.
Mr. Guarnieri seems to have taken an interest in your situation, right?
He's very kind, but I'm fine, I don't need anything.
Don't be too proud.
You need people helping you and caring about you.
You mustn't end up like me. I ask that to the Lord every night.
Do it in memory of your mother.
Matteo!
Matteo, what is this mess? Matteo, please!
I'm sorry, Dad. I'll put everything away.
"Soccer Aces 2OOO". Where did you buy this?
In London.
In London?
Do you think I'm stupid? The package is all written in Italian.
There's a cash receipt too. It 's got today's date. 15O, OOO lire.
Where do you get the money to buy this junk, Matteo?
- Grandpa gave me money. - Grandpa? Okay.
- Let 's call up Grandpa, then... - No, Dad, wait.
It was me who took that money yesterday.
- I wanted to tell you, but you... - But me what?
You disappoint me. I treat you as a grownup and you act like a moron.
Since you behave like a child, go to your room and stay there.
And thanks to you I acted like a total jerk towards that kid.
How embarrassing.
Look not to our sins, but to our faith in Your Church...
and dole out Your peace according to Your will...
...world without end. - Amen.
- May the Lord's peace be with you. - And with your spirit.
- Exchange a gesture of peace. Peace. - Peace.
That 's why he's mad at you.
He can't admit he's wronged an innocent man.
He doesn't have the courage to apologize in person...
...so he sent you here. - I don't know if that 's true...
but it 'd be a shame to ruin our friendship. Could you come again?
No, I'm sorry. I won't come to your house ever again.
Fuck, I've ruined everything. What will I tell him now?
- It wasn't your fault. - It was. My dad's right.
I always mess things up.
Anyway, you're a piece of shit too. Would it kill you to help me out?
Well, fuck you. You bumpkin.
- Do you mind if I smoke? - Let 's get on with it, I'm busy.
You're not very fond of me, are you? You think me a scoundrel.
But you're wrong. I'm proud of working to your family.
You've fed me and my children, and now you feed my grandchildren.
- Okay, but let 's talk business. - Your father-in-law asked me that.
It was him, personally. For the record, I was hired...
to do maintenance on electrical and telephone lines.
- But what did you do, actually? - What did I do?
I checked things out, listened to phone calls...
...opened drawers. - Are you joking?
- That 's illegal. - What do you mean, illegal?
At your house, you're the master, aren't you?
If I did all that out in the open, it would've been useless.
I might as well really check out the power lines.
- What did you tell the judge? - Not what I said now, of course.
But he knows something. Maybe somebody talked.
He's not stupid, you know? Do you know what he told me?
That if he concludes that I am trying to withhold evidence...
probably I won't be spending this Christmas at home.
- What does that mean? - It means he'll put me in jail.
You don't think so, right? Me neither.
After all, I did what I did to look after your family's interests...
and it doesn't seem fair that I should pay the price all by myself.
- Well, what do you want from me? - A little help.
Not for me. For my family. If they are taken care of...
I'd be willing to take the heat all alone.
- Leave it locked, come on. - What are you doing here?
I didn't want to have lunch alone. There's a place nearby.
- I can't leave it, it 'll get stolen. - Who would steal a scooter?
There are assholes who steal them, Dad.
They'll steal even the parts.
- Did you go see Rosario? - Yes, I did.
Last time we parted badly and I felt sorry for that.
Great. You did the right thing.
And what did you guys talk about?
Nothing much. I asked him if he'd come over for Christmas.
- For Christmas? - Yeah, I told him...
that he could stay over for a couple of days if he'd like.
- Did I do something wrong? - You could have asked me first.
- I knew it. I messed up. - I didn't say that.
I just said that I would rather talk about it first.
- You had plans with your friend? - Serena?
No... yes. But that 's not the problem.
- Hi, Rosario. - Good evening.
Matteo told me you two agreed on spending Christmas together.
I'm really pleased...
but I don't want you to feel you have to come just to make him happy.
- I don't get your meaning. - I don't know, maybe...
you'd rather be with your friends instead.
Matteo invited me, but I won't come if you don't want me to.
What are you talking about?
I'd be more than happy, of course.
Well, it 's settled then. I'll be waiting for you.
- Is that Rosario? - Come on, don't embarrass me!
You made me book the hotel, I've prepared the whole trip...
I even bought this. Now what should I do with it?
- Please. - What should I do with it?
The dumplings are for the lady. Would you like to order seconds?
Maybe we'll decide later.
I didn't know. They just told me today, they didn't tell me about it.
- You could've said you promised me. - I promised something all right.
I brought that kid up North. And I promised I'd help him out.
What should I do now? Get up and say:
"Sorry, but I've promised my date we'd have a white Christmas"?
I'm not your date. Nobody dates at your age.
Well, anyway, let 's not drag this on. I can't go, I'm sorry.
I don't want to ruin your holiday. Take your friend, what 's her name?
Sonia.
The problem isn't only that kid.
Let 's drop it, okay?
I know what the problem is. You're not free to do what you want.
Enjoy your meal.
Do you have 1,OOO lire?
- Why don't you look me in the eye? - Miriam, leave him alone!
- Look at me! - Stop pestering people.
- You can't stay here. - Fuck you. You're like the priests.
- Fucking bullies, you and him. - Go away.
- She's always making trouble. - She wanted just 1,OOO lire.
It 's nothing, but I didn't want to show how much money I had.
My dad gave it to me. To buy Christmas presents.
He wants you to come with me, otherwise I'll only buy junk.
What could you give them? They've already got everything.
- What 'll the community do tonight? - Nothing special.
The things everyone does on Christmas day.
You know, that haircut really becomes you. It makes you so cute.
Thanks.
- Did you buy the presents? - Yes.
Cool. I usually shop for a month and always end up forgetting someone.
- But I've spent all the money. - Well done.
- We'll open them at Christmas lunch. - Won't we go to Grandpa's?
- Of course, like we do every year. - Enjoy, everyone.
- Enjoy. - Enjoy.
Melchior, Casper, Balthazar.
I did that too when I was a kid. Every morning I'd wake up...
and move them one step closer to the manger.
- You like to be home for Christmas? - I don't have a home.
- I mean, your hometown. - It 's the same.
Are you enjoying Turin? Surely you feel the cold in the winter.
Look, I didn't come from Africa. We have cold winters down there too.
- But Don Lorenzo is fond of you. - I don't know. He does his job.
- Excuse me, are you mad at me? - No.
- Then why do you talk like that? - I don't want you nosing in my life.
Sorry, but I don't go asking you why you go out with a married man.
I don't have a problem talking about it, if you're interested.
I'm not interested. It 's your life.
- Should I come up? - I'm dead tired.
Okay. Close your eyes.
Merry Christmas.
Thanks.
Read the note.
"So you'll have something pretty too look at every time I'll be late.
With fondness, Luigi."
Here.
A watch, you too? It 's beautiful.
Good night.
I LOVE YOU! SERENA
- Out! - Out? What do you mean, out?
- Look at the mark. - Matteo, how was it?
- What? - Oh, great. Rosario?
- I wasn't looking. - Okay, boys, if you're that bored...
go for a walk. Let 's play that point again.
- Why? It was out. We're 4O to 15. - Congratulations for your fair play.
Thank you.
Good morning.
- We can go to the pool, if you want. - I can't swim.
- What do you feel in here? - I don't feel anything.
Your father is fuming today. He doesn't like to lose, right?
Fuck, it 's true. He really threw a fit back there.
- What do you think? - Fuck, you look like a playboy.
- Nice, huh? It 's brand-new. - Come on, put that back.
No, wait, I want to see if it fits me.
- Put it back. - No way. I'm almost keeping it.
If you go on like that, this will be the last time I play with you.
That Cappabianca, they've questioned him already, what more can he say?
What do you think he can say?
- Veglia says he could mess us up. - What are you worried about?
The worse that can happen to you is you'll end up having my job.
Sore loser. You're grumpy because I humiliated you on the tennis court.
Son of a bitch!
What? Where are you going?
Somebody stole my watch. Have you seen anybody go in there?
- No, just your son. - What has my son got to do with it?
What about that other kid?
- What do you want? Stay out of it. - Easy, I'm just trying to help you.
- Help me? You prejudiced fuck! - What 's eating you?
Do you want to do a good deed for Christmas? Are you feeling guilty?
- See if I care about your watch. - What are you looking at?
Your club is so exclusive, and you can't even watch the lockers!
This mall is very nice. I like it.
Yes, it 's beautiful. I always come here with my friends...
to buy books when classes start. It 's fantastic.
- Isn't that nice? - Did you know I'm a witch?
I can read the palm of your hand. Show it.
- What do you want to know? - About love.
- Bad. Couldn't be worse. - Come on, don't bullshit him.
- But it 's true, I can read fortunes. - Come on.
- Smile, Rosario. - Lf he doesn't want to, no problem.
- Pensive men are very attractive. - Yeah, he has a nice gypsy face.
- What do you mean, gypsy? Finished? - I want to take a picture with you.
- I'll join you guys. - Wait. Only me and Rosario first.
May I? Let 's make a nice dreamy face.
What are you doing?
- You guys are so stupid. - Come on, let 's all get in this one.
- Yes. - Okay, stay by my side.
We have to cram our heads together, otherwise we won't fit in the frame.
Ready?
What are you doing?
Nice.
- You all seem so carefree. - What about you, are you okay?
- I don't know. - What is it?
Maybe I wasn't okay before. I just didn't notice it.
- What about yourself? - Are you really interested?
After a long time, I think I've become a happy person somehow.
Want to know something I don't understand about you?
You've had so many nice things in your life, but you're never happy.
Thanks, Mom. Thank you too.
- Will you teach me, though? - Of course.
That way I won't have to play with Massimo anymore.
- Did you like it, Rosario? - Thanks. I really needed one.
- What about our presents? - Will you hand them?
- Yes. - Don't expect anything too fancy.
These are mine and Rosario's presents. It 's just a souvenir.
We've decided it 'd be nicer to donate the money to Don Lorenzo...
on our behalf and yours. We've asked him to use it...
to buy a present for the inmates at Vallette prison.
- Bubble soap! - It was a nice thought.
Very well done, Matteo. You too, Rosario.
- He wanted some advice from you. - He wanted money, not advice.
- You should've given it, like I did. - I didn't know if he told the truth.
- You never told me what he did. - What should I have told you?
That guy searched drawers, bugged phone lines, spied on union workers.
So what? That kind of thing happens everywhere...
and I didn't think I needed to go into details with you.
I did it to protect our interests, which are the same...
as those of the people who work for me, and our shareholders'.
Now we have to go and do our repentance act...
in front of that overzealous enforcer of the law.
But this time I won't send you alone.
- I was already in bed. What is it? - I need to talk.
I'm not alone, I'm sorry. Sonia's here. We leave early tomorrow.
- Leave? Where are you going? - Where else? Skiing.
- But I feel bad. - What happened?
A mess. That asshole dragged me into it. I didn't know anything.
- Who are you talking about? - My father-in-law.
- I can't talk out here, let me in. - No.
I didn't know anything. He used me as a hand puppet, you know?
Hand puppet? You're not that na�ve. You knew what kind of man he was.
- You want to make me suffer too? - No. I just want to stop suffering.
Good night, Luigi.
"The teacher jumped up and yelled: 'Franti, out of the school! '
He replied: 'It wasn't me', but he was laughing.
The teacher repeated: 'Out! ' 'I won't move', he replied."
- Want me to go on? - Yes.
"Then the teacher, blind with fury, threw himself at him...
{i>grasped him by the arms and{/i> {i>yanked him off the bench.{/i>
{i>He kicked and gritted his teeth.{/i> {i>He had to be dragged off by force.{/i>
{i>'Afterthirty years of teaching',{/i> {i>he said sadly, lowering his head.{/i>
{i>Nobody breathed. His hands{/i> {i>were tremblingwith anger...{/i>
and the line on his brow was so deep it looked like a wound.
Poor teacher. Everyone felt for him. Derossi got up and said:
'Sir, don't be sad. We like you. ' And then..."
And then? Go on.
Hi, Dad. We're reading "The Heart Of A Boy". It 's not bad.
- I need to take Rosario home. - But we'd agreed he'd sleep over.
It 's impossible, I've got work to do. Come on, go get your things.
- Bye. - Bye.
- Can you please get me a cigarette? - You want to say something? Say it.
- I know the watch is in there. - Why, did you put it there?
- No, it was your son. - Leave Matteo out of this.
What do you want to prove? That I'm an asshole and I can't judge you?
But nothing serious really happened.
I'm sorry. I didn't want to.
I said I am sorry.
What did I do to you? Why do you hate me so much?
Wait, Rosario. Come here a moment.
Do you want to talk, or would you rather run away?
You're making a mistake, Rosario! That 's not the way!
Yes, be quiet! That way you'll always be right! Knucklehead.
Fuck, what a nice car. Give me 1,OOO lire.
- Oh, please. - 1,OOO lire.
- Here. Leave me alone. - Fuckin' faggot!
What the fuck do you want? What are you yelling at, you hooligan?
Fuck you! You can't treat a lady like this!
- Lf he hits me again, I'll kill him! - What happened, Rosario?
- I swear to God, I'll kill him! - What is it?
- Nothing. - What do you mean, nothing?
Nothing. I said nothing.
- Excuse me. - I don't want to bother you...
just kiss you happy New Year.
- Cheers. Bye. - Happy New Year.
Hello?
No, I'm not in the mood.
Everyone gets on my nerves.
No, I'll really stay home.
I don't know. I suppose he'll go out.
I'll end up watching TV. We all have a New Year's Eve like that in life.
Happy New Year, Adele.
- May I? - Come in.
Could I turn it down?
- What are you doing? - Just another piece of trash.
That 's not true. You're good. Don't let it go to your head, but you are.
- What will you do tonight? - Adele's throwing a party.
We could have dinner together. Then we could go for a walk.
- There'll be fireworks on the river. - Dad, are you feeling down?
No. I'd just like for us to do something together.
Even watch the celebration on TV.
If I don't go, Adele will be disappointed.
I get it. All right.
Dad, I'm afraid you're not okay.
I'll see you next year.
- Happy New Year. - To you too.
- Democracy. Pass the smoke around. - Fuck you.
I can't stand it anymore, I feel I'm gonna fly!
I'll dive right in, Matteo. It 's now or never. Watch me, okay?
No, wait!
Take it easy, buddy.
- Go get a glucose shot, retard. - Leave him alone.
21!
- Come on, sing it! - 4O!
- 2O! - 2O... 2O...
Yeah, here it is.
- 9! - Bingo!
Gimme the money.
- Rosario, I'm going. - Stay, let 's play another round.
- The last one. - Shall we play again?
- 43! - I've got it!
- 58! - Here it is.
Cheers!
Happy New Year!
Cheers, cheers! Happy New Year!
Cheers!
- Have you just arrived? - Yes, but I was leaving already.
Cheers, Luigi. What do they say? No hard feelings.
You found it, then?
Was I right, or was I?
Okay, I don't mean to gloat.
Cheers.
That fuckin' priest.
He likes to preach, but he's never around when there's work to be done.
- Rosario! - Yes?
It 's for you. I think it 's Matteo, but he's not making much sense.
- Hello, Matteo. - Happy New Year, Rosario.
- What 's wrong, Matteo? - I was tidying up the house.
It 's incredible how much useless stuff there is, including me.
Anybody home?
Matteo.
- You shouldn't have come. - What did you do?
- We've got to call someone. - No, please, don't leave me alone.
Don't worry, I'm right here.
- Do you love me, though? - Of course.
- Then promise you'll never leave me. - I promise.
What 's happening here?
Where do you think you're going?
- Worry about your son. - You leave my son alone, okay?
And don't you ever show up around here again, or I'll call the police!
- Rosario, where are you? - At the station. I'm going back.
I can't explain right now, but I don't want to stay here anymore.
Anyway, I wanted to thank you, Don Lorenzo.
Wait, Rosario, I'll be right there.
Wait, give me time to get there.
I promise I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do.
{i>New year, new life.{/i>
{i>Perhaps sooneror laterwe'll really{/i> {i>have to try and live a new life.{/i>
How do you feel? Better?
I've done it all by myself. Rosario didn't have anything to do with it.
Don't worry. We'll talk about it when you feel better.
It was all my fault.
You sleep now.
You know I didn't come all the way down here just to keep you company.
- I know. - Then let 's go back to Turin. Come.
Thank you, Don Lorenzo, but my place is down here.
Who said that?
Pride, trust, attachment to one's own roots, those are just words...
and smart people know that. You shouldn't give a fuck about it.
Those are words too, Don Lorenzo. I prefer the sound of the sea.
Great. Go on, be poetic about it, then.
Rather, try and stay out of trouble in there.
Don't worry. I know what I'm doing.
You always want to win in the end, don't you?
Okay, go, then.
Sir, the chairman is waiting for you to begin. The lawyer, Mr. De Mola.
At last. We've been waiting for almost an hour.
And we're not used to that, I can assure you.
I'm sorry if I made you lose a little of your oh-so-precious time.
Don't try my patience.
We are all here to fix the trouble you started.
- You really have a lot of gall. - How dare you?
I'm not at fault here, let 's make that clear. I'm only helping...
to clean up after the shitstorm you brought upon our heads!
- Lower your voice and sit down. - I'm not your servant!
- Get that through your thick head! - Sir, please...
- Leave me alone. - Shall we begin?
Surprise, surprise! You weren't expecting it, right?
At last, I made up my mind. New year, new life.
Sorry, Vince'. It 's not a good time. Here are the keys to the house.
I'll see you later.
What happened?
I feel awful. I feel I'm about to plunge deep into depression.
- Because of Rosario? - I don't know.
I fucked up big time, but I don't understand why.
- Help me. - Easier said than done.
I stayed up all night.
I went out with the lads looking for Miriam...
that girl who was always around here, remember her?
We've found her this morning at the Royal Gardens.
She was lying on a bench. She looked like she was sleeping.
She'd been dead for two days and nobody had noticed.
She was here for years and I worried about her now, when it was useless.
I don't understand a thing either, that 's the truth.
Excuse me. I need to sleep. I'm only tired.
Did I ask you something? No. Then stay right where you are.
What 's the matter? You piss me off. I'm talking to you.
- Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. - Leave him alone.
Can't you see he's sick? He's always reading.
Now he'll go fish it out of the water.
But he can't swim!
- Swim! - Swim! Look, he's swimming!
Look at that! Swim, swim!
Bravo!
"...AND FRANTI LAUGHED."
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