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MY PAPER DOLLS
Primo Bottacìn is next.
Mr. Bottacìn... your written test didn't go so well.
Entirely unsatisfactory.
- Especially the grammar. - Goodness gracious.
I understand your nervousness, Bottacìn.
Christian Democrat
Everyone gets nervous.
I have just one question now,
and I'd like a precise response.
So...
What is the first article of our constitution?
The Italian constitution.
Go on, Bottacìn.
Okay... Italy...
Italy...
- Is a... - Is a...
- Democratic. - Democratic.
Republic.
Founded...
- Founded. - Founded on...
On...
You may as well say it for him!
On...
- Work... - Work.
Good job, Bottacìn. On work! Well done.
That'll suffice, right?
Thanks.
Thank you.
Ludovico Mazza.
A miracle, Father.
You performed a miracle.
See, God provides and assists.
He enlightens souls and minds.
Don't forget to write, and let me know if you need anything.
Mrs. Lina, they're going to Treviso, not across the ocean!
Primo, let me give you a hug.
- Thanks, Father. - Bye, Primo.
Mom!
Dad...
What on earth were you thinking?
Why go to all that trouble to do an open competitive exam?
And why on earth would you want to be a mailman?
You want to leave this place? Why?
Bye, Dad.
Go, you idiot.
Be careful in the city and keep an eye on the kid.
Let's go.
Tiberio is the most excited of all.
Now that he finished middle school,
we'll send him to accounting school.
Good boy, trust dogs but never humans.
Little brat!
Study, kid, study.
- Tiberio? - Go, they're calling you.
Bye.
The city... youngsters aren't like they used to be.
Now they want an apartment, a car, a TV...
What will the future hold?
Bye, Primo, come back soon.
- Come visit. - Bye.
1978 was an exceptional year for me and my family.
Our life changed radically,
and it all started with that trip to Treviso.
I'd no longer shiver in my sleep from the cold,
I'd no longer use an outhouse,
I'd no longer have to wake up at 6:00 to go to school.
But even those inconveniences,
in the following months, joined together to generate a feeling
I'd never experienced before: nostalgia.
Nostalgia for things that were gone for good.
Shoo, go away!
Well?
What can I say? It's a whole new world.
Let's eat.
Tonight I made something new and modern.
Cheese pockets!
Come on, it's just a matter of habit.
Is my uniform ready for tomorrow?
It's all ready.
I'd only been to the movies twice in my life.
And now I lived across from one.
It was the first great thing about the city.
- Anna, my shirt! - It's ready.
Give this to dad.
- Here, Dad. - Call your mom.
- Mom! - What?
- Come here. - What's wrong?
- Give me a hand. - Oh Lordy!
- Tiberio, make the coffee. - The coffee's not ready yet?
I'll be late on my first day! How shameful.
It's not my fault I have to do everything.
- Then whose fault is it? - Yours.
You don't even know how to tie your shoes.
- Dad. - Primo...
Your sandwich... gloves, scarf, if you get cold.
Cold? Me?
Thanks.
- I'm off. - Bye.
Be careful.
Come here.
Here we go.
You jerk!
Careful!
Mail.
- Good morning. - Morning, Mrs. Bottacìn.
Mrs. Bottacìn!
RESISTANCE MOVEMENT
Mr. Pavan... a fine.
Darn it!
Come on.
- Hello. - You're throwing it away?
- No. - Save it.
Hello, are you closed?
Yes, ma'am, we're renovating.
We need to modernize, keep up with the times.
Yes, nowadays with TV, everyone stays at home.
There used to be a line even to see matinee cartoons!
But since my wife died... she was the movie expert.
- Is this lad your son? - Yes.
- Tiberio, say hello. - Hello.
He's shy.
- How old is he? - 14.
Just like my son.
- What's he studying? - Accounting.
He starts on Monday, we just moved to Treviso.
My son Giacomo is studying accounting too, I'll introduce you.
- Giacomo? - Hear that? He'll introduce you!
- Giacomo! - You'll go to school together.
Where is he? He's usually here now.
Giacomo!
No worries, Giacomo doesn't have many friends either.
He's not shy, but...
Giacomo! Come here!
I'll introduce you some other time.
Then we'll come back when you reopen.
Sure.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
- Tiberio, say bye. - Goodbye.
Yeah...
Giacomo!
- Where were you? - Moving boxes in the backroom.
Give me a break! Moving boxes...
- Mom? - Yes, honey?
- Can I take off the bowtie? - No, you look so elegant.
Go, or you'll be late.
Bye, honey.
Bye!
I bet your mommy walked you here.
Look at this clown!
Kids, go to class, now!
Are you deaf?
Move it!
Come on.
Yes?
I made a mistake, this letter is for Mr. Claudio Giordani.
No mistake, that's me.
Here.
Tell your dad to come pay his tab every now and then!
I'll tell him, bye.
Is he Bastiano Brusòn's son? The cinema guy?
Tough times for them. Poor guy lost his wife first,
and now they're going bankrupt.
Nobody goes out at night anymore...
My husband and I prefer to stay at home and watch TV.
He bought a new one, with color! 99 channels.
We've had a color TV for quite some time now.
We even have a videocassette recorder.
Forget about cinema!
What about you, Mrs. Bottacìn?
Us? We still have a black and white TV.
It's better for the eyes, for the vision.
They say color TV sets are dangerous.
He could start mingling with kids from good families,
the upper class.
Plus, he's got a knack for music, right?
Yes.
Sing a song for dad, the Alpine troop chant.
Good job. See?
- No. - Why?
Even Captain Lomanto's daughter goes to music school.
Right, she's a girl.
I don't want my son in those places,
he'll start singing and wearing lipstick.
You have no idea what I see out there every day.
Great, you're destroying his talent.
I don't care about talent, what I'm talking about...
Hey, knock it off! This isn't the countryside.
But you're right, he needs an afternoon activity.
But a sport... healthy and proper.
Tennis?
Rugby.
Rugby?
I heard the priest is putting together a team, I'll talk to him.
- Happy? - Yes.
He's happy.
I knew nothing about rugby.
But it was better than singing.
Basically, I didn't understand why, now that we lived in the city,
the day had to be chock-full of activities.
My parents were in a constant state of agitation.
Rugby... isn't a sport.
It's not a game.
It's a philosophy.
Courage, loyalty, spirit of sacrifice...
These are the fundamental rules for becoming a man.
No complaining allowed!
No backing out allowed!
You're a bunch of babies, damn it!
I will turn you into warriors, paladins of the oval ball. Understand?
Father Marcello wasn't too bad, he didn't seem like a priest.
He was more like an Indian chief,
a mix between Tiger Jack and Crazy Horse.
He was our coach, president, massage therapist, spiritual guide...
They say he even taught rugby to Native Bolivians.
What am I going to do with this featherweight here?
They also say he had a wife and son he left in Bolivia.
But nobody had proof.
Good job!
It took Fr. Marcello a month to find the right position for me,
a long, complicated month
during which I struggled to understand my vocation.
Keep your knees soft when you catch.
I also struggled to understand what was so great about city life.
99 CHANNELS COLOR TV
He should've done tennis...
Until that afternoon in December.
Unbelievable!
Get dressed, I have a surprise for you.
What?
Tickets for the movie theater! It reopened.
Come on.
- We've finished. - Thanks, you saved my life.
Listen, for the payment...
Don't worry, you'll start raking in the money now.
- Hope so. - Indeed!
Mr. Bastiano, congratulations! You reopened.
Oh God...
A bit dark... Where did I put the tickets?
Mrs. Bottacìn!
See? Decency no longer exists, it's all about money.
How shameful.
Brusòn, you were failing and you will fail.
He hasn't paid me in two months, enough's enough!
He'd better not set foot in my shop again!
I shouted out: "Shame on you!"
"I'm going to tell my husband". He turned as white as a sheet.
- I'm going to sleep. - Goodnight.
Listen, if you run into the cinema guy's son, don't say hello.
- Pretend you don't know him. - Okay, goodnight.
- Promise me. - Why drag his son into this?
- Their professors might judge him. - Nonsense!
The poor wretch was going bankrupt so he changed genres.
No big deal, we just won't go.
That filth is on display for everyone to see!
The neighborhood will put up a fight against him.
The Captain's wife said there are grounds for a lawsuit!
She knows these things.
The Captain can barely speak Italian!
Well, they have a color TV with 99 thingies.
And us? We have a black and white set like paupers.
Stop comparing us to others, stop it!
- Want one? - No, thanks.
You don't smoke...
I'm a loner too.
Plus, 90% of the students here are dumb babies.
Hey, at your dad's movie theater...
those new movies...
- Pornos. - Pornos?
You don't know what that means?
Movies with men and women...
Understand?
That's why the shit hit the fan.
People here sicken me.
Dad was broke, they made him an offer he couldn't refuse. So what?
We were going bankrupt and now we're sold out.
- Hey, girls. - Hi, Giacomo.
They're hot, huh?
- Are you a pansy? - Pansy?
You really are clueless!
Pansies are guys... who don't do it with girls.
No, I'm not a pansy.
Sure!
Want to play? I can ask Fr. Marcello.
No, I don't want to. Plus, I'm an anarchist.
What's that mean?
My brother says anarchists are people who like being alone.
- Oh well, see you. - Bye.
Bottacìn, it's about time!
Mr. Giordani?
Mail.
May I?
Hello?
The door was open so I...
Mail.
Are you okay?
You've done your duty, now leave.
It's registered mail, you need to sign.
Dear God! What have those bastards done to you?
You need to go to the hospital.
Come on, let's go wash our face in the bathroom.
- Just leave me to die. - You can die after.
Now let's wash our face, then we can die.
Come on. Do you have antiseptic? Bandages?
That louse really beat you up.
When they leave me, because their wives get suspicious,
they get violent.
As if I were an object and not a human.
Not to mention the people who are sickened by me.
And you?
What do you think about me?
Miss, I think...
When I lived in the countryside, there was a rooster who wanted to brood.
There was no way to change his mind.
That's nature too.
What did you do?
We snapped his neck.
I'd better go now.
Can you play?
No.
- Pavan, a D. - Thanks.
Bottacìn, a B.
You got every equation right, good job.
Brusòn, an F as usual.
You need to apply yourself.
I want to see your father right away, no excuses this time.
Equations aren't that hard.
Want to do homework together so I can help you?
No, I don't want to. I have other things on my mind.
- Tiberio? - What?
Do you ever dream about girls?
- What? - Girls, damn it.
I dream about them all the time, I can't stop, they drive me mad!
You should focus on something else, like our professor said.
Who gives a shit about her!
- I've gotta go. - Go do your homework.
And don't play superior with me!
Do you think you're any different?
Pansy.
Giacomo was right.
I wasn't any different.
Please Lord, I don't want to die.
I don't want to die.
The character named Gertrude is the most beautiful,
dramatic, spiritual... sensual.
A masterpiece in Manzoni's masterpiece.
Listen to how the author conveys the most intimate urges:
"Her cheeks were very pale and delicately and beautifully shaped,
but much altered and shrunk by a gradual extenuation.
Her lips..."
Bottacìn, are you okay?
Are you ill?
- What's wrong with you? - Me?
- Yes. - Nothing.
Not Tex again...
I'll show you something better, come here.
But if they catch us with this we're doomed.
I stole them from my brother.
He came home on furlough.
- What is this? - It's cool, right?
Hide it, quick.
Hey, girls.
- Hi, Giacomo. - What's up in high school?
Not much.
Is he your brainy friend?
Yes, Tiberio.
- Why are they laughing? - Girls always laugh, I'll explain later.
So, she's Jenny. She's Daria, she's Monia, and she...
- I'm Marika. - Yes.
Hello.
That's my friend, come meet him.
See you tomorrow.
- All women are whores. Let's go. - Your magazines.
Keep them, my brother has a suitcase full.
Isn't Marika cute? I like the way she talks.
The girl you said hi to? She seemed annoyed.
It's because she likes you, dummy!
I don't even know her.
You can like someone at first sight.
Wake up, kid!
There's more to life than math, rugby, and Tex!
Gimme.
Giacomo's father's movie theater was thriving.
Even if no one dared to admit they went there.
- Hello. - Hello, boys.
- Good evening, Professor. - Hello.
- I thought there was a play tonight. - Me too.
Imagine, I came all the way from Venice...
Well, since we're here...
I heard it's an artistic movie.
I read that the actors are great.
See you Friday at the building meeting.
- Indeed. - My best to your wife.
Sure thing, thanks.
Your paper, sir.
Small earnings, but honest.
Amen to that.
Shame on you.
- Good morning. - Hello.
Here are your chops.
Genuine Tuscan Chianina.
- How much? - Hey, no rush.
Pay at the end of the month. My best to your dad.
- Good day. - Bye.
- Hello, ma'am. - Hi, Giacomo.
All that money in a child's hands.
Brusòn is raking in the money with those dirty movies.
Porn... is money!
Here's your wine, Mr. Brusòn.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Bankrupt, my foot!
A brand spanking new Mercedes.
That's what happens if you're willing to take risks.
- You wanted to lynch him! - He doesn't drive a junker.
By the way, it cost a fortune to replace the muffler,
let's tighten our belts.
Sure, others make money and we have to tighten our belts.
Tighten!
What are you doing?
Nothing, practicing a tackle.
In your room?
Were you studying English?
- Yes. - Carry on.
Let me hear.
Perfect.
Good job.
Bye, honey. I'll be back around 5:00.
- Bye. - Bye.
I looked in the mirror, as if saying bye to Tiberio the child
who I was about to assassinate.
But like that Apache chief said in Tex Willer:
"Killing an enemy is easy,
but only real warriors can kill a friend".
Bottacìn, are your hands made of butter?
Unbelievable!
Come on, let's go. Try it again!
You've lost three games in a row.
What am I supposed to do?
Where's the passion? The commitment?
You need to be committed.
Show me your grit, your strength.
Otherwise we won't get anywhere.
Now go home.
What burnt-out faces.
Are you on drugs?
I know what your problem is.
Three since Friday isn't that bad.
Three a day, Father.
Good Lord! You'll stunt your growth!
If you keep this up, your bones will stop growing.
30 Our Fathers a day till Friday.
- Ego te absolvo. - Amen.
Okay, give me a nice smile, two seconds... okay.
Unbutton your shirt more.
Are you nuts? Hell no. I'll tell your father.
What's the big deal?
Whatever...
Crouch down.
It's broken.
- So? - So? Don't you realize where we are?
What do you think?
Look at that, sounds like they have asthma.
Let's sit down.
Hi, auntie.
Today's my birthday. Do you have anything for me?
And then finally, she appeared on screen.
I think the time has come to learn something about love.
Changing the course of the movie.
And of my life.
In an instant, she was naked and smiling.
Smiling at me.
I immediately understood...
it was called "love".
Well?
God, what amazing eyes.
Eyes? What about her tits?
- Like it? - Yes!
Thanks, auntie.
Her name was Milly D'Italia.
She didn't make it big as a porn actress,
and soon abandoned showbiz.
But believe me, I did not miss one single thing she appeared in.
Since they won't listen to reason, we've decided to strike.
- Strike? - Yes.
We won't work and won't get paid.
Won't get paid? Did we move here to starve?
We're doing this to get more money!
The union says this will lead to a raise.
The union, sweet baby Jesus!
Primo's a commie now.
We just want what's rightfully ours.
You want to ruin everything.
Go ahead and strike, we're barely scraping by
and he wants to strike and play revolutionary!
We're barely scraping by because my salary's too low.
- Where are you going? - I'll sort him out now.
Stop.
- For the love of God! - Well?
For the love of God, stop!
I was truly in love with that beautiful girl.
With her hair, her body,
her face, her eyes, her breath.
I did everything a boy could do to learn,
find out, know everything about her.
I had no other thoughts or activities aside from Milly.
My quest was feverish, tireless, obsessive.
Enough with Milly! We need to study.
Until one day, in a trade magazine,
I found an address for her.
"Enchanting blue-eyed Milly,
since you appeared in my life, my love...
I've looked for you, dreamt of you.
You're the eighth wonder.
Like fog, you fill me, like sun, you brighten me,
like nighttime, you make me dream.
You pulsate in my thoughts".
He hasn't been eating.
Is something wrong? Tell mommy.
Instead of eating like a pig,
worry about your son.
Eat, dummy.
Hi.
Here...
"Dear Tiberio Bottacìn, thanks for the lovely letter.
In reading your words,
I can tell you're a determined, passionate man.
Just what I like.
I'm sending you a kiss and along with this letter
is an order form
offering a 15% discount if you buy
my calendar.
So you can have me with you all year long.
Now Milly knew that I existed.
Everything else took a back seat.
Bottacìn...
D, rounded up.
Bottacìn, you've been resting on your laurels.
Brusòn, I don't want to know where this knowledge came from.
Great essay.
Bottacìn, what's going on with you?
You don't have brawn, use something else:
you were good at suffering.
You can't start acting lazy now!
Darn it... you'll be benched on Sunday.
Morning, class.
Morning.
Hi, Tiberio.
Did you do your homework?
It doesn't matter if you didn't.
Milly.
- Hi, Tiberio. - Hi...
- Marika. - Yes, I knew that.
So, are you going to the town festival on Saturday?
Yes, with the rugby team.
Come on, girls.
Marika!
Let's go.
- I've gotta go. - Yes.
Bye.
Pay attention.
Silly me, the rook!
Primo...
do you miss the countryside?
I thought things would be different.
And they are.
But in the end, they're the same as before too.
Maybe I'm not cut out for this place either.
I'm... what's the word?
A misfit, like you.
No offense meant.
I've heard worse!
Watch...
No, no good.
No.
- It's hard. - I know.
Come on!
Come here.
I'll make a fool of myself.
Who cares.
Fr. Marcello, shall we start playing bingo?
No, let them dance a bit longer.
They're having fun, no rush.
- Hi. - Hi.
How's it going?
- You're with the rugby team? - Yes.
- Great party, isn't it? - Yes, and bingo starts soon.
- What's on your mind? - Me? Nothing.
I don't know if I should... No, I'd better not.
Do it.
I want to do something but I'm not sure if...
Tiberio, do it.
It's my first time... Hold on, come with me.
I wasn't expecting this, I thought you didn't like me.
What are you talking about?
It's my first time, hope it's good.
I hope so too.
Now take a few steps back, I need some space.
Good, thanks.
That Sunday, my friend Valentina kept insisting...
she wanted me to meet a man, a special man.
- So pretty. - Thanks.
I didn't know what to do, I was scared.
Look who's back! Don't faint, we have homework to do.
Shut up!
I was uncomfortable.
Grab the cue and shoot.
I'd never been in a place like that before.
But seeing how excited Valentina was gave me a new thrill.
Because it was forbidden...
Shit, Tiberio!
I couldn't stop looking at them.
They're all here, I haven't used them in years.
Let's bring them in and set up another row.
By the way, the lock on the roof door is broken.
We'll install a new lock to be safe. Leave it to us.
Good.
What nonsense.
Closing off that door was the end for me.
I could no longer see my Milly.
Look in her eyes, smile with her.
You should've seen your face, what a riot!
Lighten up!
What do you know about love?
Now what'll I do? All I have left of Milly is my memories.
Chill out, I have feelings and passions too.
But I'm not playing the heartbroken "esthetician".
I'll figure out a solution.
"Esthete", you mean esthete.
Whatever, smarty pants!
- Where are you going? - Home, to study.
Alone.
You'll figure out a solution, you don't need an esthetician.
Not again! You're just looking for trouble!
- I'm a mess, I know. - How long have you been crying?
I told you to forget about him, but you just don't listen.
You never listen.
Better now?
Now you're handsome or pretty, not sure what to say...
Do you have to rush back home?
No, I'm working overtime.
Good.
Bottacìn, did you win?
- Almost. - Are you upset? Come on, hop on.
- Is it new? - For my good grades.
The semester's not even over yet.
Nice gift for those flimsy grades.
At least they're passing grades, I never bothered before.
- They thought I was hopeless. - Who?
My dad, for sure. Want to drive it?
No, I don't know how.
Still thinking about her?
Yes.
How can you love someone you don't and will never know?
I'm not doing it on purpose, the heart feels love.
Without seeing or touching someone, it's not love,
it's just an infatuation.
- Guess who? - I can tell by how you talk.
What are you doing here?
- I'm with Giacomo. You? - My folks have a house here.
I love the sea in the winter,
it's like a sheet you can write your deepest secrets on.
Let's say someone is in love with a person,
but that person doesn't notice.
What do you think the person who's in love should do?
If it's real love, the person will notice eventually.
Are you in love with anyone?
- Yes. - Is she a classmate?
No, it's something I can't tell you about.
Are you in love?
Yes, but he doesn't look at me.
It's like I'm invisible.
If he's not an idiot, he'll notice sooner or later.
If he's not an idiot...
Did you follow us here?
Let's go, Tiberio.
Bye.
Go.
I'll wait for you, Tiberio Bottacìn.
I'll wait until you realize it.
Flames of dreams are ablaze
Tell me
That it's not
Vain hope
Tell me you're all mine
There we go!
Who needs a repairman! They charge so much...
As long as it works.
- Plug it in. - Okay.
Now buy me a new TV, with color.
What! Do you know how much that costs?
With all the overtime you've worked...
50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100, 110,
and 120.
50,000.
- Goodnight, Mr. Brusòn. - Night.
- Thanks, goodnight. - Thank you, see you next time.
- Hi, Dad. - What are you doing here?
Do you know what time it is? I told you not to come here!
- Sorry... - No excuses, go right home.
Well, I'm here now...
Fine.
But this is the first and last time.
Period.
10, 20, 30, 40, 50...
I'm glad you've been studying again. Good boy.
- Dad... - What?
What do you think mom would've said about all this?
- All what? - The movies you show now.
Would she be happy?
What are you saying?
You know, there's not that much of a difference
between these films and artsy films.
It's always just a matter of money.
Don't forget that people out there talk and talk...
but only respect you if you have money.
Here.
- For gas. - Thanks, Dad.
300, 400, 500, 600...
Dear Mary, you know what real love is, help me.
Find a way for me to meet Milly, that's all I ask.
Give me a sign.
A spiritual crisis too?! You're a mess.
Knock it off.
- What are those? - I figure out solutions.
They're free tickets for a nightclub in Jesolo.
Guess who'll be the guest next Saturday?
Look...
- How'd you get them? - A lucky break.
Come on.
Thanks.
For you.
Are you nuts?
The rest of the money you need to go to Casablanca.
Go get the damn operation and stop being a pain.
Okay, let's play now.
All set. Hi, Dad.
Hi, honey.
It's crooked.
What's going on?
Mom got a job.
- Lift it up. - Anna...
Dinner's ready, eat in the living room so we can finish up here. Thanks.
Good.
Hold this.
All right.
Can we talk after?
Sure.
Hold on.
- Hello? - Collect call, do you accept?
Yes.
- Marcello, my love. - Hi, darling. How are you?
- Fine. Can we talk? - Sure, go ahead.
We're still waiting, do you have any news?
- No answer yet. - Things will work out.
I spoke to the bishop and am waiting.
These things take time.
Did you see the drawing we sent? Do you like it?
Yes.
HI, DAD
- I have to go, love. Big hugs. - All right.
- I love you. - Me too.
- See you soon. - Bye.
Here we come! Yes!
All right!
Come on!
Put the cigarette in your mouth, act tough, and we'll definitely get in.
Relax, we'll fool them.
Hey, kids, get out of here!
Now what's wrong?
Fuck!
Gas.
Milly's a superstar who performs everywhere, you'll have another chance.
Whatever.
Where are you going?
Give me a hand.
Maybe Giacomo was right, it was just an infatuation.
- What's this? - He's been at it for two hours.
He's a good egg.
No, he's messed up.
I tried to keep my mind off her.
- How's it going? - Hello, Father. I'm swell.
Are you sure? Problems at home or school?
Everything's swell, you told me to apply myself more.
I'll stop in 30 minutes.
Okay, just 30 minutes.
Father?
If someone always thinks about a person,
could that person sense it even if they're far away?
If you're transmitting love then it can easily happen.
Distance is relative, if the message is strong enough.
Thanks, Father.
38, 39...
40...
41, 42...
There's a party tonight,
but I'm not sure if I should go because...
like I said, the boy I like will be there...
and I don't have anything to wear, I'm stressing out.
I wanted to forget her, but it was pointless.
The more I tried to not think of her, the more she lured me.
What the hell? Can't you catch one damn ball?
I'm tired of looking like an ass because of you.
Calm down, shithead,
or I'll beat you into next week.
Knock it off! Bottacìn, what's going on?
You're always so tense. Calm down.
We're here to have fun, not to fight.
- Understand? - Yes.
Okay, they're coming.
- Look who's here. - Hi.
They go to accounting school.
We're taking a stroll, right, baby?
- Yes. - Bye.
- Is that her boyfriend? - No way, he's 13. He's her cousin.
We studied together last summer, he's a real moron.
I'm singing at Saint Vincent tonight.
You're handsome!
I mean pretty!
- Do you really mean that? - Yes, you're pretty. Let's play.
Primo...
are you in love with your wife?
You and your intellectual questions!
You could never... fall in love with another woman, right?
No, I care a lot about my wife.
Even if she's a big pain the ass, like you.
Let's play.
The other way around.
Darn, I always mess up.
I leave in a month.
The operation is scheduled.
So soon?
Go ahead.
Label.
- Hi, Dad. - Hi, honey.
Yes.
Hold on.
Come in, over here.
Primo! Tiberio!
It's here!
Tiberio!
Primo!
Watch it, be careful.
Don't ruin it. Okay...
Thank you.
Can you take that one away, please?
Tip them.
Goodbye.
Look at that!
Unbelievable!
Captain, a fine is understandable but not a suspension!
The suspension is less than 30 days, it'll fly by.
Are you kidding? Who did this? Can I have a name? Who called you?
Who didn't call me, you mean.
What does my ledger have to do with public decency, darn it?!
Brusòn, public decency, my foot.
You know how small towns are especially here in the north.
Go home, folks, the show's over.
Just what you wanted.
Nice...
Traitors.
Hypocrites!
Hey, Tiberio!
Giacomo!
What's going on? Why weren't you at school?
I dropped out. Those bastards buried us with fines.
They even suspended our license.
Once you reopen you'll get back on track.
Your dad won't give up.
- I know, we will reopen. - See?
- But in Padua. - Padua?
- They don't want us here. - But it was always sold out!
They want us, but don't want to see us.
For real? I'm sorry.
It's okay, pal, we had fun.
Will you come back?
Thanks.
Knock it off, pansy!
By the way, I left the roof door open for you.
If the cinema reopens, you can go back again for free.
Giacomo!
King...
Checkmate. Good job.
Checkmate! I got a checkmate!
Did you let me win?
That would be unfair. You played well.
Hear that, Evelina? I played well.
Yes, very well. But we have to go now.
You keep this.
No! Thanks.
- Remember: black king on white... - White king on black.
Bye, Primo.
I'm off.
- Bye, Evelina. - Bye.
Were you in love?
He made me feel clean.
Nobody has ever made me feel like that.
- What's wrong? - Nothing, why?
You're acting funny.
- Anna... - Yes?
Can I teach you a game? It's not easy.
I don't like playing cards, go play with your friends at the bar.
- What's that? - A chessboard.
- Little figurines. - They're called "pieces".
I'll show you how to move them.
It's not easy but it's fun.
Remember, you have to think strategically.
Pick.
You start.
What's it called again?
- Checkmate. - Checkmate!
Shall we play again?
UNDER SEIZURE
- I thought we couldn't take anything. - Just one souvenir.
Hello, Brusòn.
Where are you off to so early?
We're leaving, for good.
What about the movie theater? Where are you going?
We'll reopen but somewhere else.
It didn't belong here.
You know how people are here...
All those people who snuck inside discreetly
and then played moralist outside.
Giacomo had just left when we got the terrible news.
Grandpa Alcide had died,
a heart attack in the vineyard.
Lupo couldn't handle the heartbreak.
Grandpa was the first person I was close to
who died.
What a lovely day.
Dad would've liked it.
Everything was changing.
People I cared for were leaving.
At one point in life, you must overcome obstacles to move ahead.
Shoes off on the newspaper, I don't want to see mud...
And just when I thought I'd managed to forget Milly,
she came back to me.
Bottacìn, you can be a bookworm after showering.
Porn star Milly D'Italia was arrested.
Rome, hardcore raid.
I nearly died, she was looking at me.
Begging me to help her.
Mom, Dad...
can I go to Forno di Zoldo on a spiritual retreat?
With Fr. Marcello, just for two days.
How nice, yes.
Thanks, goodnight.
Goodnight.
He's a real angel.
Your son is a real angel, Primo.
Hope he doesn't become a priest.
- Keep your money close at all times. - Yes, bye.
- Go. - Bye.
- Go on.
- Where are you going? - To see Milly.
We're finally here.
Miss, want some cigarettes?
Cigarettes?
Can you spare 100 lira? Some change?
Got any change?
Cigarettes?
Want a watch? It's good stuff.
Excuse me, how do I visit someone inside?
Who, your mom?
- No, a friend. - A friend?
How old are you, kid? Minors can't come inside.
Get lost, this is no place for you.
- Go. - Go home.
Come in.
- Primo. - Fr. Marcello, registered mail.
- Okay. - From the phone company.
- 300,000 lire. - International collect call.
How's Tiberio? Pity he couldn't come on the mountain trip.
When he said he was going to visit his grandma I thought:
"This boy is becoming a good Christian".
- Visiting his grandma? - In the countryside.
A good Christian...
Thanks.
I'll kill him.
Primo?
There she was, so close.
As beautiful as I'd imagined.
With just a word.
A gesture.
A smile... I could've spoken to Milly.
But I didn't say or do anything.
I made do with a few quick, stolen glances...
to memorize the mannerisms of someone who thinks she's alone
and doesn't realize she's the lifeblood of the stranger next to her.
Miss!
Your cigarettes.
Thanks.
Dinner's ready!
I bet you're hungry.
You know, dad didn't eat a bite while you were away!
There are my boys!
You play tough but then...
Come on.
Let's eat.
Marco, quick, I didn't realize it was this late.
- Here. - Thanks.
- How late am I? - 30 minutes.
- 30 minutes? - Yes.
By the way, this letter from the bishop arrived.
Here.
Father, are you okay?
Yes.
Well... we need to go...
Yes, the time has come to go. Finally.
Look at his shoes!
Stand.
- Chess game? - Sure.
Lastly, some showbiz news: at the Paris Opera last night,
Claude Jourdan from Treviso was a huge hit.
Hold on, leave it.
He's good, she's good.
Yes.
Boys, this is the last game we'll play together.
You'll have a new coach next year.
But that doesn't matter.
Because in rugby, everything we do, everything we teach,
everything we learn is forever.
The end result doesn't matter,
what matters is when each of us goes out on the field,
we know that we gave it our best.
And this doesn't just apply to sports, but to life.
So we lost the first half, but that's okay.
Let's go back on the field and slaughter them, okay?
Go!
Come on!
Come on, guys, let's catch up.
Let's at least do that, please!
Catch up, my ass! They're going to clobber us.
Scrum!
Go!
It's ours!
- Ball, maul and run. - No, do a hand-off.
- Are you nuts? - The French do it, so can we.
- Let's do it. - Bottacìn, you're nuts.
We can do it, come on.
Go!
I had finally found my position.
Good job!
Yay!
- He sure is good. - I know, he's my boyfriend.
Go, Tiberio!
Come in.
Hello...
Bottacìn!
I wanted to say bye properly.
How nice, Tiberio, thanks.
- Can I ask you a question? - Sure.
Why do people we love being with always leave?
You know...
life is a journey, some leave, some return, but...
important people will always be by your side.
But you're leaving.
Yes, there are other people I'm important for.
And they're important for me too.
You must be important for someone too, right?
I wish I knew...
Come on!
Is that your girlfriend?
No, I just found it on the ground.
- What brings you here? - I was looking for you.
Me? Why?
What the...?!
Tiberio, I've loved you forever.
But you don't even look at me.
No, I've always liked you too, it's just that...
I want to make love to you, I'm dying to.
You mean here and now?
No, stupid!
Then where?
Dunno, I have no clue.
I know where.