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DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO BELIEVE THEY ARE WASTING TIME.
And yet this is the correct formula.
You do understand that the answer you gave is bull...
It's wrong.
- Right, professor? - Well...
Let's go further, tell me about your experiment.
Ok.
If we attached a balloon filled with helium
to this small car,
the pressure variations caused by acceleration,
would make it move in a counterintuitive way.
By braking, the balloon would be pushed backwards.
But in Physics, as in life, there are some variables.
TODAY, AGAIN
Car, call Lucia Pilates.
Ok, I call Lucio.
No, not Lucio.
Lucia Pilates.
- Alessandra. - No, I can't believe it.
- What happened? - Sorry, Lucio.
I didn't mean to call you. I made a mistake, pardon me.
You're still the same old fool.
- How are you? How is you son Marco? - Good, he's growing.
We're going to have interviews with his teachers.
I hope he took after you. If he took after his father who's truly a moron...
End the call.
Is there anything you must confess before we go?
Mom, take it easy. Everything's under control.
The high school diploma with his bad marks in Math is at risk.
Catching up in English would be difficult.
Impossible for him to catch up.
I can't even say that he's smart but doesn't apply himself. He's a moron.
He seriously risks not to be admitted to the exam.
135 DAYS TO FINAL EXAM.
If things weren't under control, what the hell were they going to tell me?
Uh? Look at me, please.
No, don't look at me, you'll make me nervous.
Is there anything else you must tell me?
Maybe I need a new phone.
- Because the old one... - Ok, I'm calling Fabio Nuovo.
No, no... Later, later. I'll call him later.
Blame it on your friends, Marco.
That guy you hang out with, what's his name? Daniele? That junkie!
Me, a junkie?
Don't feel bad about that. Yesterday mom was just pissed off.
I'm just allergic. The grasses are the problem.
Ok, but your eyes are always red, you pop pills all the time...
Marco, I take antihistamines. I don't even smoke.
I know, but your room is a garage. It's all damp.
What was I supposed to say?
That when in remote learning we were all good at Physics because we cheated?
- You're not even looking at them. - It's Math.
You have to shoot random, like a job.
I spend almost six hours a day there and when I get tired... Sofia?
Stay on point and keep going.
Then I'll do his homework.
"I'll do her homework". I'm a girl until proven otherwise.
- What a temper. - Unbearable.
Do you happen to have a phone that you no longer use?
I think so.
You should download it too.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Sure, you need an app to find your soul mate.
No, dating apps aren't used to find a soul mate.
Sofia, plug your ears.
What's the point of making him plug his ears if you mime it?
- Making her plug her ears. How ignorant. - She's right.
- What a temper, Sofia. - Shut up.
Anyway, do you remember Claudia?
She shared with me a free trial of an app. 15 days and she rekindled with her ex.
And so Anna.
- And Clara. - And Stefania.
And thank you!
- I just want to fall in love. - Who cares about love? You're 19.
I want someone to bring for Christmas.
To my grandma, when she'll ask me: "What about your girlfriend?"
Marco.
Your grandma is dead.
Yeah, a relative, as it were. Not my grandma of course.
What kind of relative?
- Uncle Mario? - Uncle Mario.
- Uncle Mario is fun. - Yes, he is.
Ok, Uncle Mario. Can I go on with what I was saying?
- Uncle Mario. - Uncle Mario.
I want someone... whose hands intertwine perfectly with mine.
Someone to say...
"I love you".
- Uncle Mario is perfect. - Yes. Uncle Mario is perfect.
Uncle Mario.
Ok, Uncle Mario.
Your brother, the moron. Here you are.
Hello?
Ok, I'm coming.
I'll go with him so I'll have the scooter.
Will they let us in at the party tonight?
- Have I ever let you down? - All the time.
You have a bad temper.
"You have a bad temper".
- Ah, I'll drive. - Why?
- We're going at the Quindie. - The club?
- It's nowhere near where you work. - I'll explain it later. Hop on.
You'll let me have the scooter afterwards.
Wait.
- Come on, pull over. - You're driving.
Here, hold it. Don't answer it.
Give it to me.
Honey! Hi. Yeah, I'm on my way to work. Yeah, bye.
Yes, no, no, no, no, you don't have to come pick me up, no.
No, no. I'll call you later, I'm late. Bye. Bye, bye.
Andrea, why did you say...
Come on, you know that I throw up when I'm stressed.
What have you done?
I lied for a good reason. I'll perform at the Quindie.
Andrea, you didn't get...
She says I'm wasting my time with music, but this time I...
Andrea, turn around!
- Ah, what do you say in such cases? - I don't know.
- "Wet bride"... - No, no, you better not...
All your excuses in my hand
This time I let them drop
Thank you.
How brave they are.
I tried, I came down here. I don't feel comfortable.
- Thank you for staying. Bye. - Well, you'll never be worse than her.
I know what you can do.
Hey, Andrea! Hey.
- Hey, hey, where are you going? - Home and feel sorry for me.
You can do it, that girl sucked.
She didn't seem too bad to me.
Come on, how could you think about participating with that voice?
An insult to music.
"The insult to music" is my friend.
I think she's very good.
She has a great soul.
Excuse me.
Such talents, such songs, such... a bore.
The next to perform is Andrea Martinelli.
- Let's get out of here. - No, why?
Is Martinelli here?
- They don't know who I am, let's go. - There he is! On the stage!
No, no, no. That's so gross.
Ok.
Come on.
- What is it? - Marco, where are you?
There are lots of people here. Are you coming?
Marco?
Marco, hey.
No.
- Thank you. - Anyway, you didn't get my irony earlier.
- Nice to meet you, I'm Marco. - Giulia.
Can I sit here or will your boyfriend come to kill me?
Is this a pathetic way of asking me if I have a boyfriend?
Yes.
Single by choice...
Of my ex.
Well, this is the last... incredible... performance of this evening.
He is Andrea Martinelli also known as...
"Tacchino".
A name...
- Anyway, you're right. My friend sucks. - Yes indeed!
"Taccuino", a notebook where I write down my thoughts and my songs.
- Hey. - It's crazy.
- In 2023, people still resent metal. - You were great!
You really were. Incredible. A great...
Soul.
- And you are...? - I'm his brother.
Tacchino!
Thank you. Yes... This is a song...
It's a classic song about love, like all Italian songs and beyond.
And... When I wrote it...
Thank you so much.
Please, stay here. You give me a lot of confidence.
- No. Are you going to sing? - Yes.
Thank you.
Trust me, he looks like an idiot, but his lyrics touch your soul.
It goes like this.
Or your stomach.
I'm sorry.
- It happens all the time. - Aren't you going with him? -Who?
TRANSACTION DENIED.
Do you know why I like Polaroids?
- You only have one chance... - To come out bad. Look, it sucks.
It's terrible.
Anyway, you were saying?
Yeah, well... My father fell in love and ran away with his colleague.
He left two children and a wife and none of the three can cook.
What an asshole!
No, asshole seems a bit too much.
He had courage. At least, he is happy.
He is.
Things got out of hand since my mom discovered dating apps.
- How so? - I'd rather not talk about it.
Well... I think love is somewhat shitty.
It's not shitty.
It's like playing slots.
- Slots? - Yes.
Explain it.
You scroll with your fingers,
you scroll hoping that the next content, the next person, will be better.
Like a slot.
The only exception is that we win the feeling of being late.
Of being alone.
You're peculiar, Marco.
This evening was...
- Nice. - Strange.
Yes. More strange than nice, right.
It's pretty late, I'd better go.
- Can I keep it? - Yes, please.
If you want, I'll walk you down.
My scooter is right there.
Ah... Ok, I'll walk you there.
- Ok. - Ok.
Here we are.
Nice scooter.
I know we don't even know each other and you might think I'm crazy,
but I'd like to see you again.
I swear we're not all like you ex.
Marco, quick. Today or tomorrow?
Today.
- Write down my number. - Yes!
I mean... I could have said tomorrow, but I said today, so...
Tell me.
339
25
5423.
Thank you.
- See you. - See you.
Bye.
My phone died.
Shit, how do I get home?
It's cold too.
- So? - Good.
Be more specific. "Good" is too vague. Hey.
Well. Fine. It looks good on her. I don't know.
- Eyes? - Do you care?
- No. Her ass? - Well.
Very good, yeah.
You came forward and she played along.
A surreal evening.
Now, you have to show off a little or you're going to look like...
Yes, I know. I should wait.
But somehow...
I miss you.
A doormat, Marco. A doorm... I hate you.
I'm sorry.
SEEN.
Hello, Giulia?
- No. - What do you mean?
No, you got the wrong number. My name is Aria.
What kind of a name is Aria?
- Hey, Giulia. - Listen, you got the wrong number.
Have a good life.
I saved the wrong number.
Dude, we've been trying for days and this girl doesn't exist.
Maybe, somebody drugged you
and Giulia is a fifty-year-old named Mauro.
Is it possible that you didn't ask for her contact?
It is.
- Her surname? - Neither.
- But we took a picture. - Great, let me see it.
- She has it. - I hate you.
Well, write to her. Come on.
We all know that you talk a lot, but your brain is in your breeches.
Come on.
Hi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you the other day.
By the way, Aria is also a name very...
Naughty.
Original.
I didn't mean to insult you.
My father has particular tastes. Have a nice evening.
With this weather I can only turn to some TV series.
Well, I was just starting to watch the 130th season of "Don Matteo".
You didn't laugh for real. I know.
You got me.
Nice talking to you, Marco.
Likewise, the girl with the weird name.
Aria.
128 DAYS TO FINAL EXAM.
- Marco, are you studying? - Shit.
Yes, I'm done with English. I'm revising Math. I have a test tomorrow.
- Ok, so stop playing with the mobile. - Look who's talking.
I'm going out, I left Andrea some cash for pizza.
We're in March, you know that,
you need to catch up on the other subjects.
- This year you have... - The final exam. I almost forgot.
Love you, bye.
That suck.
Hey.
So, truth or dare?
Again? You're really obsessed.
I will always choose truth. Daring makes me nervous.
So...
How bad did you feel when I answered the phone and not "your" Giulia?
Actually, I don't even remember what she looks like.
Bullshit.
- I have to go back and study. Bye. - Bye.
I'm sorry.
No need to thank me.
Next time you give out my number I'll kill you.
I find you the ideal guy and you dare complaining.
I spent a whole evening with him and I felt like I was out with you.
You are the same, you say the same bullshit.
Number one: I don't talk bullshit. Number two: I don't like him, so...
Why didn't you tell him that I gave you the number?
Because... Well... After all, we just chat.
I'm done with relationships.
I'm tired of being treated like the free trial of an app.
Do you see? He would have said this, too. I'm sure.
Aria, move on. They're not all assholes like Diego.
Yes, but I was in love with that asshole.
Now I just want to focus on myself,
on the thousand things I have to do and that's it.
Also, Marco is too weird, so... No.
Sweet.
Weird.
Sweet.
Sweetly weird.
When are you seeing each other?
Probably never. She keeps finding excuses.
Two days ago, she said she couldn't because the weather was too wet.
How the hell are you dressed?
- I'll tell you later. Is she allergic? - No, her hair gets messed up.
What kind of an excuse is that?
It was the fourth time in three days he asked me.
I don't know how I can avoid him.
- It's easy. Don't avoid him. - I don't want to waste my time like that.
You got yourself that tattoo.
He'll suspect you're dating another guy.
Maybe even two guys.
Sorry, I had a hard time finding parking space.
- Why are you wearing that? - I'll tell you.
- He definitely has blue eyes... - And six pack abs.
That you don't have.
And never will have. Once you hit 25, you'll gain weight.
Here's another Ciusi. We're counting on you at rehearsals.
- This year we must conquer polenta! - Go, go, go. We'll conquer it.
- I don't know what I'm doing. - Why are you rehearsing for Palio?
Because Natasha wrote on her profile
that she likes guys who love folk traditions.
- Who's Natasha? - Her.
Hey.
- What the fuck do you want? - What do you want.
- I'll sue you. - I'll sue you.
Now that I'm defending the polenta, she's mine.
You won't defend the polenta, you'll conquer it.
Am I not defending?
No, listen. Those who defend it are the Glob... the...
- What do you want from me? - Nothing.
You came on your own, no one invited you.
I like castles.
I'm hungry.
Everyone would say green,
but they are actually blue with a light brown outline framing them.
The colour of your eyes.
I want to see you.
- Marco... - No, wait. Let me talk.
I know I'm not as good looking as your ex, or the guy you're probably dating now.
No, actually I...
I don't even have the full set of abs a man should have,
but we have been talking every day for at least a month.
I would like to go out, at least once, then I'll disappear forever.
Marco?
What the...?
Marco?
- Here I am. - Marco?
Ok, I looked like a fool.
Look, you wear me down. I can only Monday at lunch.
Monday?
Marco, are you nuts? We have the Hundred Days Party.
Lunch, teachers, exam, do you remember?
Remove everything from your desks! You have one hour for five exercises.
Will you be able to get passing grade for once
or will I have to put up with you next year as well?
Mind your language, Mrs.
Daniele, I'll flunk you.
Martinelli?
Will you make it?
I'll try.
I'll flunk you both.
100 DAYS TO FINAL EXAM.
- Well? - I told you, I thought of everything.
Dad's friend's place is 800 m far from here.
- You'll be there in a second. - Yes, but I have to...
- Good morning. - Good morning, Mrs.
It's never a good morning when I see you, Martinelli.
That's what my mom says all the time.
- I hate her. - There must be a damn plane tree here.
How the fuck are you dressed? You look like my uncle.
- What is it? - I forgot the antihistamine.
- I'm going to die. - Daniele, the plan.
The plan, the plan... So, the plan...
So... To make sure everything goes smoothly,
you will just have to...
Listen carefully. We'll start the plan when I'll pretend to sneeze.
At this point, you'll have to move quickly.
No, wait. That's a bullshit.
How will I know which the fake sneeze is since you sneeze all the time?
I didn't think of it.
- Listen. - Daniele...
- We'll start the plan when... - Daniele, you already said that!
Well, then we could...
When Mrs. Farini will surely say: "Good luck,
because you're going to need it"...
Let's make a toast.
You'll get up with the phone in your hand
pretending that you must answer due to an emergency.
My mom. I have to answer.
Ok, ok... And then how do I go back and forth?
How would I know? I can't think of everything. Improvise.
I think you need a plan.
Daniele, you were supposed to come up with a plan!
You're telling me that I look like my uncle with this suit,
mom said I looked fine and I thought I did.
I've been feeling lonely and frustrated lately...
- That way, Marco. - Don't tell me what to do!
Marco, please. Don't have Mrs. Farini call me at lunch.
Please, none of your bullshit!
- What's with the suit? - You're not making a video, are you?
It's a story. When will I get to go out with someone from 1400s?
How is it going?
Remind me of you nick and I'll tag you.
"Marcomartinelli" all in a word. Just as I said, all in a word.
Right, I almost forgot.
- The serial killer profile. Right. - I hate social media.
- I am entitled to it, am I? - Of course, you are.
A former school friend used to say that.
Now she's an influencer. Well, she sells her feet photos.
Is she an influencer? I don't know.
- How are your parents? - I'd rather not talk about my mother.
- Then let's. - My father couldn't care less.
So, I don't care about him.
- I live with my sister. - Great.
I was thinking...
I hate those who always think about tomorrow.
- Yes. - Life already stinks, sort of like...
A hand at the slots you always lose at.
- I always say that. - I always say that.
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
Look at this video.
It's Elisa. "Don't let Franco wear you out".
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... She got the name wrong.
No, you're not Franco.
DANIELE INCOMING CALL
I have to go to the restroom.
He was silent. I looked at him...
and eventually I flunked him.
I have to go to the restroom. Excuse me.
ARIA INCOMING CALL
I must be all dirty.
- A little. - I'll go to the restroom. It's so hot.
Dani, the scooter won't start.
DANI, THE SCOOTER WON'T START.
Go, go, go.
- The car keys. - No.
- Please, I'm begging you. - No.
Please. It's my father's car.
I probably ate something that made me ill.
The restroom must be very far.
Did you take me for a fool?
No, no, no, it's...
Well, it's not what it looks like, I can explain.
Have you ever done something crazy?
Once.
I convinced my grandma that coffee was a mind-controlling alien plant.
Ok, truth or dare?
- Tru... - You're all out of truth bonuses.
So... dare.
Let's leave without paying the check.
- Yes... Are you joking? - No.
No, no... I don't think we can do that...
- Marco, seize the day every now and then. - No, wait...
Wait... wait... wait.
You're nuts!
I have to start doing sports again, otherwise... I'll die.
Can you tell me why you kept going back and forth the whole time?
One Hundred Days lunch in a nearby restaurant.
You could have told me, we would have postponed it.
Are you kidding? After you said yes?
- I'll make it up to you. Truth or dare? - I like that.
- Dare. - Ok.
Go back and pay the check because it makes me anxious.
These people work honestly to offer stability to their children.
Marco, wait. I paid while I was waiting for you.
That's better. Okay.
So, I dare you to drive to the restaurant.
Can you drive?
Marco, the situation is dire enough, I don't know how to handle it anymore.
Let me tell you, it was a really bad plan.
- Nice to meet you. Daniele. - Aria.
I told him it was a bad plan.
Why is my car moving by itself?
Damn, didn't you put the handbrake on? We were uphill.
- You didn't even put it in gear? - No.
- It's the first thing they teach you. - I don't have a license.
I asked you if you could drive.
You asked if I could drive not if I had a license.
You let her drive and she... Hey!
Whose car is it?
Martinelli! Martinelli!
- No, no... - Well, yeah. That's right.
Martinelli, my car! What the hell...
SHE IS IN MY ROOM... WE'RE ALONE.
It's not a date.
We only see each other for private lessons because I feel guilty for what happened.
It's not a date.
IT'S OBVIOUS THAT SHE LIKES ME.
- Clear. - Ok, well...
- How far along are you in the program? - First page.
- What chapter? - Of the book.
We did the basics of Physics in remote. So, I don't know shit about it.
- How can you not like Physics? - No, tell me how you can deal with it.
My sister teaches it, so I had free lessons.
- Well, that's easy. - No.
No, not even so.
So...
There's a sock.
Well.
I'll put it here.
Ok, got it.
MARCH 2023. 100 DAYS TO FINAL EXAM.
APRIL 2023. EASTER. EASTER MONDAY.
- So? Does it suck? - Right.
- What? - Everything's right.
You are still limping on Newton's Third Law of Motion, but...
Everything's right.
Sorry, it never happened to me before.
Listen...
Tomorrow I'd like to take you somewhere...
romantic, so to speak.
- Me and you? - Yes.
Do not expect anything special...
She said "special".
It's not a date, we are going to a museum.
I have to tell Daniele.
Ok, maybe I won't say that she was the one who invited me.
Nothing special.
We'll go to a museum open until midnight every last Thursday of the month.
A date. At midnight.
- It will be unforgettable, it will be... - An outing with friends.
Please, let's have two children, better yet three.
Marco?
Are you listening?
Yes, yes... It all sounds great to me.
You said a romantic place.
- I didn't expect a... - Museum. I told you it was a museum.
No, you said...
We'll go to a museum open until midnight every last Thursday of the month.
Ah, yeah! Yes, you said museum.
With friends, by the way.
But you didn't mention a Primary School trip.
I know, I didn't think I would have to work.
We'll have fun. Simone is adorable.
Hey. Hi. I'm Marco, nice to meet you.
Simone, Aria's boyfriend.
Ok.
Lucky you.
Thanks, Aria.
Bye, Aria. Bye, "what's-your-name".
- Cute, isn't he? - Cute. Yeah.
Very cute.
I had never been to a museum.
At night.
Actually, I didn't even know this place existed.
I...
I always came here as a child.
We were... a close family.
I was 7. I remember that day.
My parents had an argument and my sister brought me here.
Now, I always come back here, when I need...
to breathe.
This place makes me happy.
So do you.
What?
You make me happy.
The museum is about to close.
Visitors are invited to head towards the exit.
Ok.
Tutoring tomorrow?
Yes. See you... tomorrow.
These are the three formulas, but...
Guys, good news... Oh, my God, you are naked.
- I wish! - No.
- Why aren't you naked? - Because we're friends.
Ah. Anyway, I am performing again at the Quindie.
- Impos... - Wonderful!
Listen: "Due to the ineptitude of the other musicians,
we invite you to perform again on Friday..."
"On Friday".
- They all sucked. - That's terrible.
- You all have to be there. All of you. - I'm coming too.
- No. Not exactly all of you, no. - Why not?
The world has never seen an artist showing up with his mother.
I'm very happy to be here. What a lovely place.
Claudio was right opening this place.
- Who is Claudio? - The owner.
- I chatted with him for... - I don't want to know. Thank you.
Wait for me here and don't touch anything.
And don't chat.
Yeah... Hi, honey... Sorry, it's a habit.
Hi, Betty.
I know, you told me you don't want to hear from me,
but they gave me a second chance at the Quindie.
Maybe we could also give ourselves a second chance, what do you think?
I left a free seat for you.
I miss you.
So, are you ready?
Come on, Andrea. You're good.
- Do you know why you're good at it? - No.
Because you got your talent for music from your father.
- And the other talents? - You don't have any.
I'm kidding.
Did she answer?
She played it, maybe she'll answer later.
- Can I say something? - Sure.
Who cares if she's not coming.
Andrea, you wait for a train, not for people.
- It's not mine, I read it on the Internet. - I thought so.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Hi, honey. - Aria, what happened to you?
- Nothing, it's just a sprain. - Very plain crutches, obviously.
I'm not as boring as you are, Martinelli.
Five minutes and we'll start.
- How is it going? - Up to 7 seconds ago, very well.
Remember that the performance will be recorded
and sent... to the record companies, whether it is good.
Cute.
Well, don't worry.
Yeah.
My sock is wet.
- It's so disgusting. - Oh, well...
- I'm sorry. When he's stressed... - He throws up.
Giulia.
- What are you doing here? - Ah, so she must be Giulia.
I don't remember.
- Why didn't you call me? - Who?
You.
- We're teasing you! - What...
Good evening.
- What the hell is going on? - It's easy.
I just found out that Giulia is Aria's best friend.
You made her experience the worst date of her life
and she gave you Aria's number to get rid of you.
- Right. - Right.
Brilliant minds are immediately recognised.
Yeah... Let's go. Come on.
Ok, let's start our evening right away
and remember to always believe in your dreams,
otherwise, you'll end up like me.
Give me a round of applause. No, well...
Why didn't you tell me about Giulia?
Secrets between women.
Let's start. Mimmo sui Tubi takes the stage.
Is Mimmo sui Tubi here?
Is Mimmo sui Tubi?
Is there anyone who... There he is.
We're lucky that you came. Please, come on the stage.
Go, Mimmo.
You know
I wonder why you're so cryptic
You know
I don't understand
Sometimes you're such sardonic
You're beautiful.
Love in the pharmacy
What?
Never mind.
A house by the sea And our love is climbing up and up
Love in the pharmacy I'll call the Police
Stop my heart, it's going on a spree
Love in the pharmacy
You've been great, Mimmo!
We thank Mimmo sui Tubi.
Hoping not to see him again.
We call on the stage...
Andrea Martinelli, also known as "Tacchino".
- Actually, it's "Taccuino". - Yes, nobody cares. Sing.
Good evening everyone. I'm going to sing an original song.
It's called "Aria",
that we often gasp for when we want to say something important without succeeding.
Nobody cares! Sing!
I'll sing. Sorry.
I fear that you'll find no charm in me
Tomorrow, the word I pen will be own
I'm fearful for every message sent Feels like a goodbye tone
I linger in front of the TV
Unlock my phone
Those darn blue ticks Oh, they've grown
I miss the air, I miss myself
Only your picture lingers on my shelf
If I run, my breath feels low
I yearn for a hand to love me
A kiss, and silence So they manage to lift me up
They manage to lift me up
A kiss and silence
Bye.
Nice evening.
- A lift later on? - I have my scooter.
Yes, I'm asking you for a lift. I don't know how get back home.
- I don't have a second helmet. - Alright, I'll run. I'll keep fit.
- Can I have your number? - No.
No.
- What about following on social media? - I don't have any.
You posted a story earlier. I was right here.
Well... I have to go, bye.
She's mine.
I'm happy. I have a song of my own.
Truth or dare?
You would be surprised.
Truth.
Would you kiss me now?
Marco, I don't want to ruin our friendship.
We are not friends.
No, we are friends.
Do you look a friend like this?
You don't video call a friend every night before going to bed.
Or maybe you do.
- You don't understand. I can't. - What can't you do?
Use me only when it suits you?
Or when the attentions of the bodybuilders who like all your photos aren't enough?
Do you really check my likes?
Everybody does, but that's not the point.
You don't want to let yourself go.
It's... It's complicated.
I already suffered for someone who didn't understand me.
Diego wasn't who I thought he was. He left me as soon as I opened up to him.
I'm not him!
- Marco, I like being with you. - So do I.
- You make me laugh. - So do you.
- It's nice to hear from you. - It's nice to hear from you too.
- You are... - Beautiful.
Very likeable.
More likeable than handsome... Good.
But I have little free time now
and I don't want to have the responsibility of someone else too.
Of you.
I only know one thing.
I know that the Third Law of Motion
affirms that if an object A exerts a force on an object B,
then the object B must exert a force of equal magnitude
and opposite in direction back on object A.
You and I are the balance that is achieved
when I do something stupid and you smile at me
and unconsciously you tell me with your eyes to stay.
You are the action, and I am the reaction, even Physics knows, and Physics is shit.
I love you.
I really do.
41 DAYS TO FINAL EXAM.
GIULIA ARIA'S FRIEND
- Shh! - "Eh, shh!"
When's the last you heard from her?
6 days,
12 hours,
24 minutes
and 5 seconds ago.
Are you really such a bad kisser?
At least you didn't tell her that you loved her.
- Marco, did you? - No, I didn't. I'm not stupid.
- Ok, let's go get her. I'll go with you. - I don't know where she lives.
I didn't ask her.
She used to come to my house.
- Shh! - "Eh, shh!"
Maybe, someone stole her phone.
Yeah, and the thief was online two hours ago.
She keeps ignoring my messages.
I'll call her.
- Hello, Aria? - Voicemail.
I just want to fall in love.
And I just want to lose weight eating pizza.
- Shh! - "Eh, shh!"
You know, it's like being in a romantic comedy.
But a bad one, because it's Italian.
Your query about my thoughts
When I looked up to you silently
You played Truth or Dare
I scored 60 passing the final exam
Your notes scattered always everywhere
My promises on a pillow laid bare
The cigarette, out for an hour
I converse with the void, under this roof
I always look for you out the window
Sometimes I go out walking in the rain
To see your face in a passerby
To breath some air
Andrea, I've had it with this song!
Could you write something that's not about me?
Marco, you have the right sadness about you.
Maybe I found a record company, I need songs.
Suffer for another week.
I hate you.
She hasn't answered me in days.
It has something to do with Franco.
- Franco? - Yes.
Maybe she even told me about him a few times but I never figured it out.
Franco...
- You still have it. - What?
Our picture.
Ah... Of course.
I look at it to remind myself that no date could ever go worse.
Sorry.
Come on, I'll help you to send her a nice message.
Pretend I'm Aria,
what would you tell her?
I miss you.
You were...
the only good thing I had in life
and I blew it.
Nice message, but...
you didn't send it.
- This thing never happened. - It never happened.
Aria answered.
Ok, we need to talk.
I'll wait for you tomorrow. Here is my address.
Shit.
37 DAYS TO FINAL EXAM.
No.
- Hi. - You are Marco, aren't you?
- Yes. - Come in, I'm Elisa. Aria's sister.
May I?
Nice house.
I remember you being... taller.
I'll leave you two alone.
Aria, I'll be in my room. If you need anything, just call me, ok?
I'm sorry, half of them got stuck between the doors of the bus.
What happened?
Do you remember about the sprain?
So, it wasn't a sprain.
- I have to tell you... - Me first: I kissed Giulia.
We were drunk.
She broke up again and you didn't answer me for a week and...
- Wait, Marco. - Please, you're making it worse. Wait...
Damn, I killed her. Aria?
Aria... Elisa?
- Elisa! Aria? Aria? Elisa! Elisa? - What have you done?
I was here because I missed her. I told her that I kissed Giulia, but...
- Shut up! Call an ambulance! - Yes, right!
Yes. Yes, dad. If she gets worse, I'll call you.
Ok, bye.
Elisa, I swear...
Marco, I don't care for your excuses, but I have to tell you one thing.
How could you tell her something like that in her condition?
I didn't think that a sprain could be so serious...
A sprain? What are you talking about? You have no idea of...
- Wait... She didn't tell you. - What?
Seriously? A degenerative disease.
She has it since she was little,
but everything was under control until a few weeks ago.
Let's go see her.
Maybe Giulia is there too.
No, I said that because... friends are important.
It's not because of Giulia...
- You have to react, Marco. - She's not answering me.
Even her sister told me to leave her alone.
Any kind of stress could make her worsen.
Well, I'll call her.
MARCO INCOMING CALL
How long will you avoid him?
Until he'll forget about me.
- Did she reject your call? - Yes.
So typical.
Don't send her a...
- Right. - Don't add emoticons.
What did he write?
"At least tell me how you are doing".
And then a smiley, another smiley and...
A banana. He probably made a mistake.
She answered.
Marco, I'm Elisa. Hear me out: stop looking for my sister.
Forget her, ok? You've done enough.
- Do you want a bite? - Get lost.
Weren't you a little too harsh?
I did it on purpose.
You miss him.
He is willing to stay with you, Aria.
For what?
We don't know if the situation will get worse.
What if tomorrow I don't...
wake up?
This was a promise.
TODAY, AGAIN.
Don't think about tomorrow.
It's dad.
Hi, dad.
Yes, I'm feeling better.
Elisa is at work. I don't know why she's not answering.
Bye. Such a useless man.
Do you think they're going to ask about electromagnetism?
- What? - Always so helpful.
- Have you read about the class group? - Archived for a year. It' all bullshit.
- The examination board is out. - So?
Farini won't be there. The Physics examiner is external.
- That's her. She's pretty. - Are you kidding me?
She's not my type, but I think she is good.
Bro, it's Elisa.
Aria's sister.
Marco, I can call my grandma. She's great in removing jinx.
She's an expert.
Connect TV.
Spell it out, mom.
Yes, connect TV.
I didn't understand. Can you repeat that?
No.
- Where were you? - At Daniele's.
Are you studying? You have the final exam.
Is it possible that you don't talk about anything else?
You always ask me about school. Have you realised that I'm fucked up?
No, you never ask how I'm doing.
Did you realise that Aria hasn't come over in days?
Why can't you be a mother.
- Marco... - Shut up, you're useless.
Marco, first of all, don't ever talk to me like that again.
I know what's the best for you and right now, your exam take priority.
You're right.
I'm just talking about the exam.
Marco, do you remember when you were 6 and we told you the ferret was dead?
Dad was convinced it was right to tell you the truth.
He said that it would make you grow up.
If it were up to me,
I would have bought you another one, I would have put it in its cage
and pretend nothing had happened, postponing the problem.
When I got pregnant with Andrea,
I was filled with doubts.
So many doubts.
What if I wasn't a good mother?
What if he didn't like me?
Then he was born
and when I picked him up in my arms,
I realised that I hadn't figure out anything at all.
I am not good with feelings, Marco, or with words.
When it came to feelings, I always pushed your father forward.
I'll never forgive myself for not doing or saying anything when he left.
But sometimes...
It is easier to do nothing and try to see...
if the pain will go away by itself.
I won't cry.
- And in the end, I... - I won't cry.
I was left alone.
Utterly alone.
And I also became a terrible mother.
Sometimes I tried to replace your father
with other men whose names I don't even remember most of the time.
Marco...
When... When I see you with Aria...
I see you are in love.
I don't know why she didn't come over anymore, but...
If you are growing apart and you miss her,
find a way.
Don't pretend nothing happened, don't become like me.
You and Andrea are so much like your father and maybe...
Maybe it's better this way.
Also, sweetheart,
if Aria won't help you, how the hell are you going to manage your exam?
- It's late now. - Why?
She is in the hospital and I don't know how to get in. She hates me.
I have an idea.
I'm going to throw up.
- No, no, no. - It's disgusting.
Sorry.
MAY 2023. 27 DAYS TO FINAL EXAM.
Miss Aria,
do you have a minute?
Who is it?
We apologize to all the patients for this serenade.
No.
- What? - It can't be a serenade.
- Why? - We're in the morning. It's a "matinade".
- Just play, please. - Sorry.
It's Marco with a weird guy.
I fear that you'll find no charm in me
Tomorrow, the word I pen will be own
I'm fearful for every message sent Feels like a goodbye tone
- Did it really happen? - Yes.
This outrageous! His ass!
Excuse me, sir! His ass.
- Sir... - What happened?
Do you remember Carlo? The patient of the second floor.
- He stole his guitar. - What?
Really.
Give it back! It's important for my brother who is suffering!
I miss the air, I miss myself
Marco?
"Em Evigrof"?
FORGIVE ME
Didn't you suffer from vertigo?
Ma... Marco?
Marco?
Help! Help!
My friend of cleaning squad! Help! Help!
Help!
Marco?
My friend of cleaning squad!
Help! Ouch!
Help!
Promise me you won't upload it, please.
It's as if you actually weren't on social media.
Yes, but I still pretend to have a dignity.
- I missed you. - I didn't.
How are you doing?
Better.
I'm sorry if Elisa was hard with you.
She can be a bit of a bitch sometimes.
Well, she teaches Physics, what did you expect?
Why didn't you tell me?
I don't like talking about Franco.
Again with this Franco? Who the hell is he?
Is he the guy you're with?
It's my illness.
Dad always called it that.
It's less scary if you give a name to ugly things, right?
Oh, so it wasn't a guy.
It's the name of your illness.
That's wonderful.
I mean... No, it's not wonderful... I mean... It's...
- Why didn't you tell me about it? - What was I supposed to tell you?
That I am destined to lose the use of my legs?
That I constantly live with the anxiety that my illness will degenerate?
That... I fall asleep not knowing if I'll wake up?
- Should I have told you that? - Yes.
I would have been there for you and taken care of you.
I saw that.
I know you hate me and that I've done a stupid thing after another,
but let me stay.
I'll stay there, I'll make myself small, I won't bother you, or dirty up the place.
Please.
- How are your grades? - They suck.
I can't even risk dying in peace
that you immediately try not to get admitted to the exam?
Exactly, help me.
On one condition.
We are friends, nothing more.
Alright.
Ah, I have to go now.
So...
See you tomorrow.
- I mean... - See you tomorrow.
Has anyone ever told you that you have the same eyes?
So we'll have the exam together.
- Maybe. - Have a nice day.
That's equal to the modulus of a negative F...
- B multiplied by A. - Ok.
This is the formula of the Second...
Ok, yeah. Excuse me.
I'm sorry.
He is a bad kisser, right?
Yes.
Sweetheart!
- You didn't have to. - Get well soon.
Marco, I told you to go home.
- Marco, come on. We are in a hospital. - No one will find out.
Marco...
A tattoo. Just one. Here, see what I did.
It's washable, it's easy. It takes a second.
Ok, so I'll do it too.
Perfect.
HE DOESN'T KNOW IT,
BUT EVERY TIME WE'RE TOGETHER, HE HEALS SOMETHING HE DIDN'T BREAK.
DELETE.
And what is... this candlelit birthday dinner about?
The hospital menu includes...
Chicken and broccoli.
Maybe, we'd better go straight to dessert. Ok.
Wait.
Wait...
Blow hard, make a wish!
Very good.
What about my present?
I'll take you dancing.
What will you do when you leave here?
If I leave here.
As a child, they told me there wouldn't be too many tomorrows, so...
So I usually improvise, I don't plan.
If I give you a kiss,
what will happen?
I don't plan.
I'll go for it then.
Will you be quiet?
What's this? "La la land"?
Get out.
16 DAYS TO FINAL EXAM.
First of all, we will do some tests to make sure that with her blood values
she can undergo this kind of surgery.
- Ok. - Then she can go home and have some rest.
No stress.
What are my chances?
We have a 50 % success rate, which would allow us to keep at bay...
Franco.
It doesn't mean that you'll walk again.
Heal and never walk again.
And...
the remaining 50 %?
After all walking is overrated.
Sorry.
So, is she coming out today?
Yes, her father will pick her up and doctors will operate her in a week.
Fine.
Today is the last day.
Martinelli, do you know what does it mean?
It's your last chance.
Go to the blackboard.
I translate for the most ignorant. "Go to the blackboard".
- Are you scared? - Not at all, I'm ready.
- Do you? - Here I come.
- Martinelli, what are you doing? - What the...
Pardon my euphoria.
13 DAYS TO FINAL EXAM. 7 DAYS TO SURGERY.
Well, here I am.
What is it, dad? Have you come to clear your conscience?
Mom, of course...
Since she has her new family,
she thinks they're better than us, but you?
Did you remember that you have a daughter?
You are entitled to be angry, but now I'm here and everything is under control.
"Everything is under control"? We've been here for months without you.
All you do is send messages and bank transfers, as if it was enough.
- I worked hard to give you all this. - Or to have an excuse to stay away.
I was wrong to leave you here alone to take care of everything.
- But I can't do it. - What? What the fuck you can't do it?
To have a bond with her, dad?
You pretended all your life that Aria's illness didn't exist, why?
Because if she were to die one day it would be easier for you?
- Do you think I like this situation? - Do you think I do? Uh?
I like being a father and a mother at the same time at almost 40?
- She is your daughter, not mine! - She is your sister.
Exactly, she is my sister and you left me here alone
with constant fear of losing her
and you forgot to ask me if I wanted all of this.
What do you want from us now? What the fuck do you want from us?
I am scared.
I've never been able to handle this...
this thing...
Franco. I don't know how to handle it.
- Steinert syndrome, dad. - Yeah.
- It has a name. It has a fucking name. - Yes.
Not everyone is born to be a parent, and you never were.
If you want to make up for it, you have to be a father.
You have to do it for real.
- I need time. - What time, dad?
Are you staying...
or not?
CONTACTS. DAD. DELETE.
NO RESULTS FOUND.
I will be the only member of my family not to be admitted to the final exam.
How could you get a bad grade? You knew everything.
That woman makes me nervous.
You don't even know what it's like to be admitted to the exam.
- Marco, I did it last year. - Yes, but times change.
I swear, I don't know anyone more jinxed than me.
Well, you are.
Let's play a game.
- Ok, but don't ask me... - Truth or dare?
Here we go.
- Maybe it's better if you come on top. - Yeah... Yes, of course.
- Are you sure that two friends can... - Marco.
Why do we always have to give things a name?
We are friends, ok?
Ok.
Right now, I am entrusting you with the most precious thing I have.
Idiot.
I am entrusting you with my legs.
I promise to take care of them.
I don't like promises, no one ever keeps them.
No promises, promise?
Shall I?
Go ahead.
- You don't have socks, do you? - No.
Didn't you have the interview with the record company today?
I didn't do it.
Why?
They asked me what I did for a living and I couldn't answer.
The musician.
I didn't say it.
You see? For the first time in my life I felt relieved.
I don't follow you.
Since I finished high school,
I've been trying to figure out who I want to be.
All my old...
All my old friends are graduated and have a job, some have children.
Can you see me with a child?
I see how you look at me.
I know
what you think of me.
But I'm not made of rubber.
I live
in a different time zone. It's as...
It's as if I'm always in late for everything.
Always.
What if I don't want to be a musician?
What if I'm actually just fucking scared of admitting that...
I don't know what my path is yet?
Who the fuck decides when is the right time?
I'll figure out mine.
In my time.
It's not a race.
And you?
I'm fine.
Are you sure?
I don't know.
You can tell me the truth.
It's just that I'm starting to worry about the other 50%.
Hey.
I don't know if I'm strong as I'm supposed to be.
Marco...
You have two huge balls.
I mean that you found yourself... You did well.
Very well.
- I'm sorry. - Oh, come on.
I'm just a little tense.
- These days have been heavy. - I know.
I love you.
I love you too.
Anyway, since this morning I've started to believe that miracles do exist.
Why?
- You did it! - Yeah!
- Yes! Yes! No, no. - Yeah, let's go!
Sorry, I'm just happy.
- I'm hungry. Let's go eat. - Yeah, let's go.
- They even admitted Galluzzo. - Who's that?
Remind me why we let him pass.
Do you know what hurts more than not being admitted to exam?
- No. - Flunking.
If we have to do something,
let's do it well.
ONE DAY TO SURGERY.
- Marco Martinelli? - Yes?
- Aria wants to see you. - I'm sorry. There must be a mistake.
I'm the next of kin.
Yes, I know, Elisa, but Aria is an adult.
She asked to see Marco before the anaesthesia.
There's nothing I can do.
- Hey. - Hi.
Ready?
Next question?
You're beautiful.
That's not a question.
I have something for you.
Before you came in, I sent you a voicemail.
I'd like...
I would like you to listen to it if I don't...
If you don't?
Deleted.
You'll tell me yourself when you wake up.
You are ready.
No.
Don't go.
Marco? Marco?
- The surgery went... - Well?
Yes, Elisa.
As I said, we are not sure she will be able to walk again,
but we have resolved the situation.
So it went well.
Why aren't you answering me?
- Why do you keep silent? - Wake up.
Marco, wake up. Wake up.
Marco?
I'm so sorry.
What are you looking at? What do you want?
If she hadn't stressed herself out too much, she would still be here.
You didn't even let me see her one last time!
Why?
No!
FINAL EXAM DAY.
Lingering on the circle.
This is why this Dante's tercet presents itself
as the faithful mirror of society.
- Daniele, what a surprise! Very good! - Thank you. Thank you.
If I may... There's one thing I'd like to say,
I've been thinking about it for a couple of years. May I?
If a dating app had existed at the time...
Ok, a meeting circle,
Dante would have forgotten Beatrice.
We wouldn't have had the "Divine Comedy", but after all, who reads anymore nowadays.
No.
- Please, that's enough. - Ok, goodbye.
Next... Martinelli.
- Marco? - Go, Marco. Come on.
Hi... I mean, good morning.
He said hi...
Well, Martinelli.
Open this envelope. You will find the main topic in it.
Feel free to make the connections as you see fit.
Good luck.
My hands are sweaty.
Can this little piece be cut during editing?
It looks bad that he broke the envelope.
And this is the most important theme
of The Waste Land by Elliot.
A bit of a... depressed topic.
Listen to that idiot. She is depressed.
But there was something correct.
At least that.
Let's keep going.
Martinelli, Math test could certainly have been better.
If I put this exercise in front of you, will you try and solve it?
I'd better not. I don't want to ruin the atmosphere.
Marco, right?
I can ask you anything, right?
I'd like to challenge you with a first-year topic.
Tell me...
About the Third Law of Motion.
So... The Third Law of Motion states that if object A exerts a force on object B,
then the object B exerts on object A exerts a force of...
Do you think I really sucked?
No, you didn't really suck.
I got news. Guess who I'm going out with tonight?
- My mom? - No, I wish!
With Giulia.
- You mean Giulia... Giulia? - Yeah, Giulia.
Elisa? Elisa?
- I want to apologise... - No.
I have to apologise for the way I treated you.
Let's say that...
when you are angry, you say the wrong things.
I wasn't able to get you over 60. The minimum grade to pass.
60?
It's 90 upside down!
Listen, Marco...
I sent...
I sent you Aria's voicemail.
It seems she knew you well and she sent it to me too.
Have a good life, Martinelli.
Elisa?
Can I look you in the eyes for a moment?
Hi, Marco.
If you are listening to this message,
it means that the 50% we feared the most prevailed.
It was a possible ending.
After all, Statistics, like Physics, is never wrong.
If I know you a little,
I think I can guess where are you right now.
Maybe if you swing harder, you can try to reach me.
Let's talk about important things.
Are you ready for the final exam? Or did you already go through it?
Anyway, I made Elisa promise to ask you simple questions.
Do you ever think that...
some people overwhelmingly change your life?
I tried in every way possible to pretend that I didn't like you, Marco.
I promised myself... that I was done with love.
But then...
There's your smile, your funny ways...
There's...
That sweet way you look at me.
The problem in life is that you know how it ends,
but you have to crash into it.
But I don't regret it.
It's true, Marco.
You always believe you're wrong, late, but there's nothing wrong with you.
You were simply born to love...
in a world that perhaps...
moves too fast.
In a world where perhaps everyone are afraid to tell each other.
And I...
It's just that I would have liked more time.
It's not fair.
More time to...
To love you deeply,
overwhelmingly,
in the exact way...
you have extended my life.
Bye, Martinelli.
I...
I loved you more and more each day.
Today, again.
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A YEAR LATER
Well, it may seem strange, but these are the effects due to a pressure gradient,
when you put an object, or a person, under pressure.
Very well, a somewhat complex, long exposition, but it is.
To simplify... We could say that it's like when you suddenly...
need air.
I'll always need air.
TODAY, AGAIN
Martinelli, this is a truly crazy, incredible story.
I've never heard a story like this.
Right, professor?
It's an incredible story and yet I studied...
in Massach...
At MIT in Mass... in Mass...
in the United States.
But...
you only answered one question.
So, we'll see you again at the next round.
- Is that it? - That's it.
It's not fair, excuse me.
I come here and tell my own in front everyone for 90 minutes,
I don't even know them, and you answer me like this?
That's not... I mean, that' not fair.
Anyway, it's Massach... Ma...
Mass...
Massachu...
TO MY BROTHER, I FEEL YOU LIVING.