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You let me get lice three times.
You make me sleep with a smelly kid.
You let the nuns beat me everyday
and you don't send my mom for me, nohow.
But since I'm a good kid,
I'll give you another chance.
Ready?
Take this!
You scoundrel! What did you do?
- You brought the crucifix here? - You said Jesus is my friend.
- I'm playing with him. - Playing? You broke his arm.
He asked me to, could I say no?
You won't even get into Hell.
Not even the devil wants you.
Good, I don't need nobody anyway.
- Hear me? Nobody! - Come here!
Come here, you scoundrel! Come here.
Come here, Gustavo!
Where are you taking me?
Let go of me!
Everybody go.
Go!
I said let go!
You don't need anybody?
We'll see.
I promise I'll be good.
Brazen bastards!
Open up! I'll raise hell when I get out.
Hear me? I'll raise hell!
Gustavo!
What do you want?
Did you really steal the crucifix?
How are you?
Just great, seventh heaven.
If you're hungry, eat this!
Get outta here!
Clear out!
When I get out, I'll beat you bloody. Hear me? I'll beat you bloody!
I'll smash your faces!
Decree-Law 196/2003, still in force, known as the 100-year law, states:
in the case of a child unacknowledged at birth,
information on the biological parents
can be divulged only after the one hundredth year of age.
The Most Wonderful Century of My Life
Hello?
President, sir, good evening.
Yes, we're all set.
I've already calculated,
and considering that Rome to destination is 569 kms,
that's a 6-hour drive, with present traffic conditions.
By day, on the E35 of course not, that's why I'm leaving at night.
Naturally. Thanks a lot, President, sir.
Best of luck!
Thanks.
Sister Grazia?
Giovanni Andreasi, a pleasure. We spoke...
Hello, I hope the journey was pleasant.
Absolutely, I even made it an hour ahead of time.
In fact, he's still preparing.
You can wait in the courtyard, there are benches.
- I'll be with you shortly. - All right.
While waiting, I'd like to thank you personally...
Of course. On behalf of the Association I'd like to thank you
for your extremely valuable helpfulness.
This encounter today is the most important of my life.
- I'm absolutely contrary. - To what?
What are you doing?
I'm taking that.
- This? - Yes.
Isn't it a little too much?
That tuxedo is 60 years old.
I had it made when I met Rita.
Well...
You preferred to leave her to the Prince of Qatar, eh?
But that's another story.
Yes! I like it every time you tell it.
And so...
Wait.
There's a cardboard box in there.
- This? - Put it here.
Sit down.
Open it.
Underneath there should be a yellow envelope.
Open it.
Here.
- What are you doing? - Get braces for your son.
No, I can't!
I even have to beg you?
Don't worry.
I'll return it to you when you get back.
I understand all your reasons, but...
It was very nice of you to feel responsible
but...
it might be a bit imprudent to leave.
Sister Grazia...
The Almighty called me,
who am I to say no to Him?
Huh?
Besides, my mother
is in Paradise, she's watching me.
"See that one down there? That's my little Gustavo.
"He's the one who got that law changed.
"My son.
"What a bitch I was!
"I didn't even want to meet him!"
Gustavo!
She wasn't in Paradise.
She wasn't in Paradise...
How do you feel today?
- Hello, sister! - Hello, my dear, how are you?
Fine.
Here's your escort.
Hello, Mr. Diotallevi, sir.
I'm Giovanni Andreasi, from the Association.
These flowers
are a gift from the Association for your trouble...
I'll take them and put them in a nice vase
so they'll be in your room when you return.
They're just a token to thank you for your gift, sir,
what you'll do tomorrow at the meeting with the Minister.
Sister Grazia has already explained everything.
You know the situation well.
For us at the Association it's an honor, sir, that you're on board,
all of us being in the same boat, so to speak, us and you.
Gustavo?
Rightly so...
I realize we've caused some inconvenience,
in fact, with Sister Grazia there was a bit of confrontation.
She wished to express to me
your commitment and enthusiasm for the cause we all are tackling.
Mr. Gustavo, you don't know how long we looked for you.
Your search was shit.
Your search was shit-all.
I've been here for ten years.
- That's true... - No sugar!
No carbohydrates, no cold cuts.
And it goes without saying, no alcohol!
Don't worry, I'm a teetotaler.
Even wanting to...
- Make sure he sits to pee. - Of course.
- He might fall. - Rest assured.
I thank you again...
Here are his pills, he must absolutely take them.
Thank you again for everything.
- May the Good Lord protect you. - He will.
We're fighting for a just cause.
Let me say goodbye to those bitches.
Mr. Gustavo, the Association President has some very nice words:
"We are all in a struggle against an invisible life sentence".
You are a turning point for us at ACABP.
What's ACABP?
The name of the Association:
National Association of Adopted Children and Biological Parents.
Must be for the money.
No, the Association is fighting for a denied fundamental right.
You must know that Italy is the only country in the world
that has an absurd, obsolete law
establishing that a child not recognized at birth
has no right to know the name of its mother, history, origin
before the age of 100.
The law we want to propose in Parliament,
on which I personally collaborated, harks back to the French model.
Basically, a compromise between the mother's right to anonymity
and the child's right to know.
In this way, Italy would finally be in line with all the other...
- No, it was... - You tickled me.
It was just to...
Do you go dancing?
No, I don't like to dance much.
As a young man I frequented the best nightclubs on Via Veneto.
How I could dance!
See...
At Via Boncompagni 12 there's the JO.
I'm hungry.
Me too, a little, but just be patient so...
At my age I can't allow myself patience.
It's just a waste of time.
In 70 kms we'll be in Bologna where we'll dine at the Poggi Inn.
There's no sea in Bologna!
No, in Bologna... what's there? There's Bologna.
We're going to the sea.
- The sea? I don't understand. - We're going to the sea, eh?
- I'd like that, but it's not on the way. - I want to go to the sea.
- I understand, but I can't help you. - I want to go to the sea.
I want to see water, a stream, a brook, a puddle.
I want to go to the sea!
A problem?
No! I mean...
Why get upset, we'll find a solution.
Right, find one.
Find a solution.
If not, take me back where you got me.
Understand?
We'll find a place that suggests the sea.
Seek and you'll find.
Do you have a sweetheart?
A girlfriend?
Why do you ask?
Are you a fruit?
No... I'm not a fruit.
Relax, I've known many who love peckers just like you!
I just wanted to know why you're asking.
Anyway, I had a girlfriend, then things end.
How do you say, are you binary?
- I'm not binary either. - You like a little of this and that?
- All right! - Go both hill and dale?
- Have two feet in a shoe? - As you like.
Here we are.
Smell the freedom!
What freedom!
Careful!
Have you ever been in jail?
In jail?
No.
Have you?
I'd go there to sleep.
- See... - See what?
Ask why!
It's an expression... Why?
The nuns kicked you out of boarding school at 16
and you had to find a place to sleep.
So, we slept in the juvenile jail, in the free cells.
That's why.
What can you know?
What can you hope to know?
Anyway, I had a girlfriend.
Then she left me.
She was plainish, come on!
Who can take on a drag like you?
But she was intelligent, in fact, she dumped you.
Listen, Mr. Gustavo, we've known one another for... 3 hours?
- An eternity! - Okay!
The personal facts of mine you talk about, date back more than 3 hours.
You talk about my personal life but you know nothing about it.
- I have intuition. - Surely.
I invite you to talk about what concerns our encounter, without digressing.
What's that?
It's the alarm for your pills.
- Give them to me. - No, they were entrusted to me.
Give them to me, or call Sister Grazia
and say I want to return to them, dead!
Calm down.
Here are the pills.
Some water.
A straw.
Sip it, it's cold.
I'm fooling around!
He's fooling around...
I made tea with this cold water in the Russian Campaign.
With a samovar.
Fine, after this historical anecdote you wanted to gift me,
- I'll take the pills back... - I'm keeping them.
So, gentlemen.
- For the gentleman. - Thank you.
- Enjoy. - Thank you.
What's this piss?
It's the diet indicated to me by Sister Grazia and your nurse.
Alina was born in the province of Bucharest.
Can anyone born in the province of Bucharest understand food?
What do I know? Certainly yes and certainly no.
There are people in Bucharest who know food
and Romanians who don't know food, like all peoples.
And that's not a typical Bucharest dish proposed by Chef Alina.
It's part of your diet suggested to me,
actually, indicated by Sister Grazia and Alina.
- Anyway it's an excellent soup. - Eat it yourself.
I want linguini with lobster.
Lingiuni with lobster are part of those foods...
Get me linguini with lobster or I'll stand up
and raise hell!
Relax, sit down, there are people here.
We're making a scene... Miss?
Could we have a small portion of linguini with lobster?
Whole wheat, if possible.
- I'm sorry the kitchen has just closed. - The kitchen has closed.
- Could we have some bubbly? - No problem.
- What's your name? - Rosa.
Rosa...
Merci beaucoup, Rosa.
Merci!
She speaks French!
The flower was the restaurant's... merci beaucoup !
Enjoy your meal.
Miss?
- Could I have some oil? - Yes!
Thank you, we switched plates.
- You've been eyeing her? - Who?
You've been eyeing her, I noticed.
Bread, oil, cheese...
- The young lady, the waitress? - The young lady, the waitress, yes.
- No, I ask for things like all diners. - Now you have to do something.
Get up,
go to her and...
nonchalantly,
reach for her buns.
Put your hand down!
Hand down!
There are families and children.
What metaphor is that, sexually?
Don't you like buns?
Get up and say to her: "Excuse me, Miss, may I have your number?"
- That's a little better. - You like it, eh?
We'll surely do that.
- Go. - One day I will.
Go, I'm serious!
I'll never do that.
- No? - No one would ever stage that scene.
And I won't talk to the Minister.
Understand?
These challenges of yours, coercions,
I don't like calling them coercions... what's the point?
What do you obtain from the fact, if I should do it?
- Why? - Why?
Because I'm unable to.
In this way, all European countries, and so Italy as well,
will be aligned under a single jurisdiction
regarding the treatment...
of abandoned children...
I have to make the dragon cry.
You need a bathroom?
Since we've just started out, the ideal would have been...
- The dragon doesn't warn you. - Yes, rightly so!
If you could please wait until we reach a service area...
Hurry, or I'll pee in the car.
- No, let's try to avoid... - Turn there.
You're sure it's best to do it here rather than seated in some...
Did Sister Grazia tell you that? Am I a nun?
It wasn't Sister Grazia who told me.
- Just shut up! - Seeing you haven't the mobility...
To do...
Yes?
- I'll brace you. - Let's go!
- What should I do? - I sure don't have three arms.
Come on.
I was joking!
- So you'll do it? - I'll do, I'll do...
Not knowing the dynamics...
- As long as the thing... - Now I'll let go.
On three, I'll let go.
One and two...
- Careful! - I let go. Pull up.
Pull up, brace me.
Com'on, please.
Here it is, but I can't do it.
You make me feel embarrassed.
- Are you looking? - No, what do I do, move back?
- Turn around. - I'll turn like this.
Turn all the way. Right.
- Brace me, eh? - Of course!
- Steady, eh? Here it is! - Yes, lean on me.
- I thought that... - Brace me!
- If you can, with the other hand grab... - Wait!
Quiet, it's coming! Hear it...
You hear it?
- Hear it? - Hear what?
What are you two doin'?
Who is it?
Sorry, I'm with an elderly gentleman, he had this call of nature.
- Hey, he's pissin'! - I'm pissin' a drop of water, you idiot!
But it's my vineyard.
He didn't ruin anything edible, it's an insignificant amount.
- I ask for a little clemency. - No matter, he's old.
Then fuck off, the both of you!
- Thank you. - All this wine will turn to vinegar!
Wait.
- I don't know where... - Brace me.
Brace me, not you.
Are you all right?
I don't give a fuck about changing this law.
Mr. Gustavo, what's the problem?
I accepted just to get away from that purgatory.
I wanted to go to Rome.
But once I've done what you want,
you'll do what I want.
Or find yourself another centenarian.
There are lots around. No, right!
I'm the only one, eh?
Let's do like this, we'll talk in the car.
We'll talk in the vineyard, stand there.
Explain the problem, what do you need?
Remember one thing very well.
I don't want to know anything about my mother.
I won't be a sad case before the Minister.
Understand? I'll raise hell!
Mr. Gustavo...
Mr. Gustavo, no one will take you anywhere to be a sad case.
- No sad case. - No? And what do you call it?
A 100-year-old man gone gaga crying before the Minister
because he's still looking for his mother, what the fuck do you call him?
A hero, who with his testimony, his age,
can change the lives of other 400 thousand people
who can rediscover their stories.
Is that what you call it?
If you're tired, I could drive.
I thank you.
It's an excellent idea, but...
- It's no trouble, eh? - I don't doubt it.
I can take over, no one's on the road.
Even if there were traffic,
your idea is so wise and appropriate,
why would I object?
I imagine you have a license.
Me?
- I used to. - You used to!
But I know how to drive.
I don't doubt it.
On the way back, I'll let you drive.
Being funny? I was a racing driver at the Vallelunga speedway.
Mr. Gustavo...
- I went to night clubs, I'd dance... - And then you'd drive.
Then...
the next morning I'd go racing at Vallelunga.
With all due respect,
I believe those are three pastimes which at your age,
can pass into the sphere of memory.
You cannot drive the car.
Be reasonable, come on!
Tell me, is there even one person in your life
who has found you likable for 5 minutes?
I mean, because, I'm shitting bricks...
Makes you want to get out and take a lonely walk.
Luckily, you don't walk.
What is this fucking bell?
It's your pills again.
- I'll get the canteen. - Not the canteen, give me the pills.
- You have them. - Take them out, don't tick me off.
You insisted, albeit angry, to keep them yourself.
I gave you my trust, an error I sorely regret.
- How can I go back now? - Make up something.
What can I make up? We've gone past...
Now I have to find a pharmacy.
You're not feeling well?
Not at all.
The pills... you obviously don't know the names.
Me? I don't even remember yours.
I know, Sister Grazia, but it was neither his fault nor mine,
there was a problem.
If you give me the names, we're right outside a pharmacy.
Ending in L, Metforal?
Sotalex, I remembered that, 200.
Sobrepin suppositories... only suppositories?
Then tell me in packets.
But you have to tell me these things, you can imagine.
I found them all, but I'm keeping them.
What are those?
You wanted the pills?
- Where were they? - In your bag.
- No, where were they? - They were here.
In the car? Where?
I have to take the green one?
I need water.
Mr. Gustavo, meantime let me check the indications.
Water...
Let's not lose the cap.
The straw...
I'll help you.
Let me check if it's the right one.
Yes, the green one.
Fu... oh, no!
- Gustavo, why do that? - It's soup.
How can it be soup? It's water in your antebellum canteen!
- It's not a cocktail. - It's warm.
Tell me afterward, don't just spit.
Swallow it and take your pills.
- Go get fresh water. - All right.
Slightly effervescent.
Hello, one coffee.
Thank you.
Your saturation is good.
- No other solution? - Sorry, the vehicle has been confiscated.
The gentleman has no license and look at the damage!
I realize.
He's all right? I mean, like he was before?
Yes, the parameters for his age are perfect.
But he has to rest.
Goodbye, thanks so much.
- Bye, Letizia. - Goodbye, Gustavo.
May I?
How are you?
See?
- See where I brought you? - Yes, nice.
Very nice.
- You have clam-digger pajamas? - Yes, for travel.
However, I believe I understand you.
You pretend you don't care about anyone or anything,
but it's just because you've suffered.
You were abandoned like me, we were unfortunate.
That's why I feel I can't be your enemy, despite what you did today.
Because you and I are cradle brothers, this fight is ours.
If you want to vent out, also about your story,
I am here.
- What are we? - Cradle brothers.
It's what we call ourselves within...
Would you like to get up?
- No. - Better?
Turn that thing off.
Do you really think that's the problem?
Yes, because if a person doesn't know where he comes from,
he's an incomplete person.
Our President always says
an atrocious truth is better than darkness.
I don't give a damn what the President says.
Where was this mother you insist on looking for?
Where was she when you woke alone at night
crying because you were scared?
Where was she when you took your first step?
Your first tooth.
Where was she when you fell in love for the first time?
Where was she when the plainish girl left you?
A mother is there, she's there when you need her.
Why do you need her now?
I need her so I can know my story,
to know who I really am.
Do you really need your mother to know who you are?
You want me to believe
that in 100 years you've never once said:
"I want to know who my mother is, her name, her work,
"how old she was when I was born?"
If you look like her or have siblings?
You've never, in 100 years, wondered? I don't believe it.
For me to know what I've become,
it's enough to know the life I led.
Take this thing off me.
Get my net in the beauty case.
- It's for your hair? - No, for my ass.
- For my hair! - I imagined so.
Put it on me.
Wait, I've never used one.
On my forehead.
If you need anything, these are connecting rooms.
I'll leave you, I have things to do.
Rita!
You sleeping?
Yes, what is it?
We had fun today, eh?
Yes.
But let's sleep now, tomorrow we'll wake up rather early.
- Then, good night. - Good night.
Good night.
Oh, are you sleeping?
No, I was.
I'd sleep if you didn't wake me. What is it?
I just thought of something
and wanted to tell you.
What?
But if you're sleeping...
I'll tell you tomorrow, good night.
Good night.
But if you want, I'll tell you.
Tell me this thing and let's sleep.
Think if you open that door
and find your mother.
She looks at you
and tells you to fuck off!
Was that the thing?
- Knocked you flat out! - Then, good night.
Mama!
- Hello. - Thank you.
Thank you, you can pack the car.
Pleased to meet you, I'm Gianna.
A pleasure, enchanté !
Gustavo Diotallevi. Giovanni has spoken a lot about you.
I'm very happy to meet you.
- Hi. - Thank you for coming.
I told you not to take this road.
Last night, on the way, it just got a little narrow.
- Relax. - I can't.
Then be agitated, but quietly.
Gustavo is sleeping.
At night, of course there's no traffic, during the day, it's a real mess.
At rush hour, on the road you wanted,
we'd have spent a fortnight, maybe a semester.
- I know what you're planning. - You do?
You're boycotting me.
- Where are you going? - I'd say to get gas.
But even looking at the fuel gauge, you wouldn't believe it.
You're right, it's all part of my diabolical plan.
Hello, President, sir?
Yes.
I know, look...
I can only say I'm mortified.
We were prepared to face all but this dreadful landslide of events.
It came a bit out of...
Mr. Gustavo is fine, that's not the problem.
If, for problem, we intend...
I thank you for the forbearance,
but again, I'm truly mortified not to have been at the preliminary meeting.
Very well, until later.
Always at your disposal.
I'm here!
I should...
The dragon again?
- I understood everything. - What?
- About you and Giorgia. - Gianna.
Like they say: "True love never did run smooth".
Beautiful woman.
How old is she, fortyish.
She's 55.
Could never tell.
And what melons!
- Like 'em mature? - Cut it out.
Like 'em expert! The same with me and Rita.
That was more difficult, it meant cuckolding a prince, no less.
Is she a widow?
- Is she a widow? - Now, listen...
I can overlook that you disintegrated a cafe,
that you've hit really hard to drive me crazy and trash
the most important event of my life, the Association and people like yourself,
but Gianna, no.
- Why not? - Gianna, as a courtesy, no.
No.
Thank you.
- You're unwinding now? - No wise-guy quips!
I don't like it.
You're familiar with this area, true?
You should know
the Latin ghetto was once here.
We'd go to... Understand?
My father said the same thing.
Why are you here?
Who is it?
What tone is that? You were excoriating yourself in the shower.
- I've been chatting with the young lady. - Don't be concerned.
Giovanni doesn't like me to come here.
I've fixed lunch, shall I leave it outside the door?
Are we in prison?
No, why?
- Where do you live? - Upstairs.
Now I see how you met this loony!
We'll gladly come if you invite us.
- Good! - Out of the question.
Oh, come on, she graciously offered lunch.
With pleasure, we accept.
- When it's ready, call us. - It's ready, I'll be upstairs.
It's ready!
Ask first maybe!
- I imagine you follow a diet. - Oh, goodness!
But a misstep sometimes lengthens life.
- We won't tell a soul. - No!
Mr. Gustavo...
A drop of red wine?
Where have they been hiding you?
Yes, please!
Ah, yes.
That's him and Massimo, my husband.
Always his greatest passion, traveling.
So,
last year, on September 12th, he left
on a journey where we can't reach him.
At least for now.
But he fought like a lion for a year.
Massimo and I made many mistakes.
When we adopted Giovanni, he was a baby.
Then when he grew,
Massimo and I decided
to wait to give explanations, he wasn't asking,
and we didn't explain.
He began calling us mama and papa.
I can't describe the emotion.
Massimo and I looked at one another and said...
there's time.
When Massimo became ill, we decided to tell him.
He listened, he didn't say a word,
but we'd dealt him a mortal blow.
I have to tell you something.
As a child, if I imagined my mother,
I imagined her like you.
You're so handsome.
I was wearing this tuxedo the day...
I met Rita.
Your girlfriend?
Let's say so.
And now...
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
No...
Sit down.
The lasagna was good.
Your girlfriend cooks well.
She's not my girlfriend.
Are you in a hurry?
Here's the cradle brother we've been expecting.
- Another? - The President of the Association.
- Welcome. - Thank you.
- I cannot but thank you. - Don't mention it.
We have two gifts for you, this...
What is it?
Your card as honorary member of the Association.
- Beautiful thought. - Thank you so much.
- And there's another thing. - Another!
It's for you, from the Association.
With this, you can go where you want.
Do you like it?
Yes, I like it very much.
As Minister, I'd like to apologize on behalf of this country
for this barbaric, unconstitutional law.
It strikes me how, at your age, the emotion is still alive
and the desire intact to discover your origins.
You can't imagine how much!
What would you have liked to say to your mother in all these years?
Many things...
Go closer.
Many things.
But many years have passed and I've forgotten them.
For instance, would you like to know the life she led?
Yes...
the life she led.
Mr. Diotallevi, this belongs to you.
It's your file.
You can open it, if you like.
I'd like to thank all the members
of the Association.
- Mama's name's here? - Yes.
Her headstone can cuddle me.
I...
I'm 100 years old and have never looked for my mother,
should I start now?
But I feel I should say something.
Giovanni,
children don't belong to those who give them birth,
they belong to those who love and raise them.
For children
we have to make hot oatmeal and wipe their butts.
That said,
this file...
I return it to the sender.
Please, excuse me.
President, sir! I'm mortified.
If you'll allow, we could speak to the Minister...
No, you've already done enough.
The Diotallevi case, I believe...
Breathe.
- I told you I wouldn't... - Be quiet!
I've been listening to your bullshit for two days.
- Now be quiet. - You're finally saying what you think!
You could have taken that fucking file and instead of that scene,
"Thank you, I'm not up to it, I'm bashful..." some fucking thing.
You're good at bullshit, instead you went for sensation.
Return it to the sender, what the fuck does that mean?
You don't give a shit about yourself or anyone else.
And that's why you'll die alone in that hospice.
Buddy, we all die alone.
- It's you who can't get it. - What can't I get?
- About your mother. - My mother?
Yes, think I didn't realize she was your mother?
My mother told me bullshit all my life.
They had a thousand chances to tell me the truth, but they didn't.
Because they said they were your father and mother?
They lied to you because they love you!
- Stay still with that cane! - They love you!
If you love, you make mistakes, remember that!
If you love, you make mistakes.
You should have hugged your mother!
Hear me? Hugged her!
- Understand? - Fuck off, Gustavo!
You finally told someone to fuck off.
There he is.
It's easy to be a handsome youth,
but it's very difficult to be a handsome old man.
Gustavo, the kid who called earlier is here.
Have him come in.
Is this where you wanted to come?
Sit down.
Well?
- See? - Yes.
Sir, I apologize for exaggerating earlier.
Haven't we cut formalities?
- I've cut formalities? - Sometimes you do, others you don't.
Okay then, sorry if I overdid it there.
Anyway...
we have to go home.
I am home.
Gentlemen.
- Do you like champagne? - Yes.
- That's enough. - Enough?
Please.
- Pass me the cigar. - It's an exaggeration.
Just the scent.
Gustavo, we'll toast now,
but then we have to leave.
Remember, Gustavo Diotallevi has just one word.
Cheers.
- I've learned to drink without a straw. - I see that.
I'll do that.
You know...
maybe I should have opened that file.
You said you didn't give a damn about your mother.
Well... I told a lie.
Don't you ever tell lies?
Take it easy!
It's good!
Do I open it?
Wait, give me another drop.
Pour.
Another sip, come on!
Do I open or not?
Go on.
Her name is... it was
Fernanda
Fernanda Sciccolone.
Fernanda Sciccolone?
Fernanda...
A name that's a bit...
Fernanda today... It's not bad.
No?
Fernanda Sciccolone, it has its own musicality, it's nice.
Maybe they called her...
Chic...
Nanda Chic! It could have been a nickname.
It also says here when and where...
where she was born.
In Bassano Del Grappa.
Did you know that?
It also says
where, alas, she rests.
Let's have a last toast.
Another toast.
To Fernanda.
Call someone!
I'm sorry!
How are you feeling?
We had fun today, huh?
Yes.
Listen...
get some rest now.
They want to take me back to the nuns.
Just rest now.
Listen, before going back to the nuns, we had to do something, eh?
Yes.
Get my tuxedo.
- Sorry! - What are you doing?
- Yes? - The gentleman is hospitalized.
Yes...
- He's in therapy. - Yes...
- Have you been authorized? - Yes.
- You'd best go back inside. - Okay.
- You'd best go inside. - Yes, thank you, now...
Giovanni!
Where did he go? Giovanni!
Hi, Ma.
You didn't expect me, eh?
Now that I've found my mother,
I wonder who my father was.
We have to investigate.
Don't get carried away.
But not now, when you get out of jail!
Don't forget you abducted me.
- Now let's have lunch with Gianna. - Yes, let's go eat.
Let's eat, then we'll do everything.
There's time.
How do you feel?
Just great!
In seventh heaven.
400,000 children are not acknowledged at birth,
they are still waiting for a law
that guarantees the right to one's origins.
In 2012 the European Court condemned the 100-year law stating
that it tramples two fundamental rights of every human being:
the right to the knowledge of one's personal identity
and the right to health and the awareness of family pathologies.
The Most Wonderful Century of My Life
for Massimo and Gianna, my parents
Revised and Synchronized by FAST TITLES MEDIA