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Oh!
- You slept here? - Yes.
I was tired after last night. Weren't you?
No, I have to go to work.
Okay, chef.
Dario! Move it.
Coming.
Here I am.
Aries: an old flame will come knocking on your door again.
Can I get some coffee?
Please take that kimono off.
It's Denis's.
Denis, Denis...
- Is this him? - No, that's Luca.
- Your ex-husband? - No way, he's...
- A friend. - I'd like to meet your friends.
Sure, then I'll invite you to my parents' for lunch.
- I'm serious. - Me too.
- Look who it is! - It's him!
C'mon... Can we take a selfie with you?
Sure.
- Can you take off your glasses? - Okay.
"Just follow the recipe!"
Thanks.
Sure.
Make sure to keep the colors of the rainbow in order.
Purple on the bottom and red on top, unless you're colorblind.
I know it may seem complicated but I assure you it's not.
You can do it, don't lose steam!
Just follow the recipe!
Cut, that was great.
Do you think the colorblind joke was...
It's perfect for social media, trust me.
- Now let's do the detail shots. - Okay.
- Salvo, will you do it? - Sure.
- Thanks. - Antonio?
Gaia Trevis is here for you.
- Coming. - Okay.
- Salvo, use the pastry bag. - Okay.
Ready?
I've tasted it, now time for some questions.
You're used to being recorded, right?
Well, Antonio...
I tasted all of your specialties.
Are they yours?
- I don't understand. - You're talented and famous...
so when will you make a leap and present your own creation,
a new dessert that represents you?
That's what great pastry chefs do.
- Well, Just Mascarpone is... - From three years ago.
And it's "just" a tiramisu revisited.
Then what happened? Did you lose steam?
Go on, tell me.
You got into this field late in life.
Yes, I started at Banfi bakery,
where I baked 300 buns a night.
And Luca,
the owner, he...
made the desserts and I would watch him.
And I really started getting into it.
And one night...
- I challenged him and... - And?
Here we are!
Yes.
You see, Antonio...
To create a dessert
one usually lets experience guide them and someone inspire them.
Is there anyone special
who inspires Antonio in his work?
Or personal life?
Babe, hope you made it clear that you basically have no love life.
Maybe she was hitting on you?
- I think her gaydar's busted. - No way.
Gaia Trevis may know about desserts but not about men!
It's not true that there's no one in my life.
Babe, she said "anyone special".
Well, maybe Dario isn't just a one-nighter.
He even slept over.
And soon he'll be "Gone With the Wind".
He even gave me this.
Then it's true love.
What do you think?
It's perfect...
For a Spice Girl, not for an accountant.
Okay, Mother Superior! Some friend you are.
- At least I tell you the truth. - Tell someone else the truth...
like Gaia Trevis.
Did you want me to say I haven't had a real relationship in three years
and I'm Tako Cake's puppet?
Well, by not telling the truth to the taxman, your accountant here
worked magic for you.
- Be quiet. - These video-recipes rake in the dough!
What'll you do with all this money?
Dunno... maybe take a nice trip.
Or a nice investment, you're almost 40.
33... so don't crucify me! Got it?
Don't worry about the interview.
You don't want to come to the expo?
I'll call when I get there.
Here's what she wrote:
"Antonio, young pastry chef
who's sensibly attached to traditions of the past."
What's that mean?
That you're emotionally constipated but can emulate.
You're not Michelangelo, but you're a mannerist.
- Was the interview that bad? - Jamila was upset but...
let's be honest, who reads these articles anyway?
But tons of people watch your video-recipes!
True.
- Are you done? - Yes.
- I even cleaned the kitchen. - Good, and the lights?
- The timer is set, they'll go off soon. - Then see you tomorrow.
- Are you sure? - Yes, bye.
- I can leave? - Go.
Should I put the cut-out inside?
Yes, that's fine.
Bye.
Burn it.
Then he won't have his blow-up doll anymore.
Knock it off, Salvo's my assistant!
Your disciple who wants to be whipped.
Socrates.
Never mix sex and work.
- But you were with Paolo! - Exactly, I "was"...
- Now I'm with Pietro, much better. - He's your client.
Indeed!
I need to get going...
I'm meeting Pietro.
- Filing his tax returns? - I wish.
We're closed.
Is this a pastry shop or a blackroom?
These lights go on when we're closed.
What brings you here?
I was suddenly craving 18 euro macarons so...
I read the interview.
- Interview? - In your hands.
Will the interrogation lights go on now?
What do you want?
Dunno, after three years...
Maybe a hug?
- The article made you nostalgic? - I got choked up.
I got choked up reading about you
as a minion in a bakery in the outskirts...
- Who outshines his maestro! - And who now heads this place...
What's it called? Tako Cake!
- We're all about excellence. - Okay, your Excellency...
If you're not too busy making Lapo Elkann's birthday cake,
I'd like to place an order.
Get in line.
Even if it's for me?
If it's for the bakery, maybe... maybe!
Anto, the bakery closed.
Closed?
My aunt and uncle retired and I couldn't handle it on my own.
Fuck, I'm sorry.
Me too.
But now this is where I work...
Where is it? Here.
So I thought...
A nice Rainbow Cake?
- A Rainbow Cake. - A Rainbow Cake, just one.
For the day after tomorrow.
Is it doable?
- I'll postpone Lapo. - Good.
But on one condition: you have to deliver it.
I came to see your den, so come see mine.
Bye.
"The Refuge".
Move those legs!
It's so much easier for you guys!
The article just came out and guys are showing up to fuck you.
And you even looked like shit in the picture.
It's true.
He vanished for three years and now he wants a Rainbow Cake?
He wants to fuck.
- You're the one who ghosted him. - I just blocked him on social media.
After he unblocked you.
- Unblocked me? - He was the first after Lorenzo.
Luca just gave me a hand after the divorce.
He gave you more than a hand.
He hired you 'cause he wanted to do you.
Sounds like molestation, not the parable of a saint.
Keep your tush up, don't give up yet!
He was a pain.
It may sound mean, but he never got over Denis's death.
Exactly.
You started a new life, and he closed his family's bakery.
Where does he work now?
- In a kebab shop? - No, a club I think.
It's called "The Refuge".
- Now what? - These.
- No way, I'm not doing that. - Do it, now!
Work out! Carbs are bad.
Goddamn you!
Awesome, but the spin needs work...
keep the arm straighter, but it was really good.
Hi.
- Hi. - I was looking for...
The Refuge.
The Refuge?
- You're here, hon. - Great.
- Have you seen Luca? - Hi, Antonio. I'm Tancredi.
- Hello. - So thrilled to meet you.
I've always followed you, we all have.
I wanted to ask you... can you please?
- What? - Say your catchphrase.
- Please. - Oh no...
Please, just once. I beg you.
Just follow the recipe.
Oh God! I love it, so cool. Come with me.
See you later, guys.
- Come see our home. - Bye.
- So...
Luca's told me so much about you, he's waiting inside.
- Thanks for coming... - What a pastry chef!
Here we are! Welcome...
- To The Refuge. - Thanks.
- It's rather... - Yes, I know.
We're still working on it, but it's a group home for LGBTQ+ teens.
These are all the rooms...
Here's the library and I bet it's empty, as always.
And... it is!
But we...
are thinking about their future.
We have lots of kids with problems who were kicked out of their homes,
they have family issues, they struggle in school and...
they need a job.
Like you when we met, Anto.
Dummy!
Babe.
- Rainbow Cake? - Yes, here it is.
Thanks.
See you in there.
Honey, come on.
Come on, they're waiting.
Tamara, how is it?
It's delish. Right?
- Did you try it? - Is it good?
Then maybe he didn't make it.
You know, three years ago this guy totally sucked.
He messed up nonstop, but he would always try again...
- Can I speak now? - Sure.
He always teased me but he was very strict.
But the more he did this, the more it helped me.
You know, I was someone who...
gave up and got discouraged.
But thanks to Luca, I changed.
I gave you a chance and you seized it.
- Anyway, let's bake. - Okay.
We have everything?
This is a baking class.
We have everything, supplies and some donations,
some unsold goods from local businesses...
- Leftovers. - Okay, leftovers, Tamara!
And we have you! You're the most important ingredient.
Go on.
Tamara? 25 minutes on the timer.
It's ready.
This goes in the fridge, tomorrow we'll see if yours is good.
Ours! You'll take the blame too.
Hold on, Tamara. You're so cute with these aprons
and famous pastry chefs don't visit us every day, so let's take a picture.
- Get closer. - Okay.
Tancredi, do a selfie, get in the picture.
Right, thanks.
Okay.
- Get closer. - Tamara, what's the phrase?
Just follow the recipe!
- Lemme see. - It's awesome.
- Ricky, stop! - What's going on?
- Are you hurt? - No.
- Why are you running? - Uh...
- Tell me. - Ricky! Ricky.
Gimme it, I saw it.
- Not again! - What?
- Nothing. - Ricky, pull it out.
Don't make me play cop...
- Why are you touching me? - Stand still.
Any excuse to grope me...
- What is this? - That is...
Good stuff, don't snort it all.
- Aren't you funny?! - Ricky, I told you...
If you want to stay here, follow the rules like everyone else.
All right, let's calm down. It won't happen again, right?
- And if it happens again... - It won't, Stalin...
I'm scared stiff.
Ricky, hey!
Enough. Go to your room.
Everyone get going, it's almost time for dinner.
- Thanks for everything. - Sure.
Your phone, give it to me.
Learn how to smile.
Sorry, I don't know what to say.
- Thanks and come back to visit. - Of course.
So you're a youth worker?
And I'm good at it.
I have an ex-apprentice who became a famous pastry chef.
And an influencer, to boot.
Be honest, weren't things better before?
Weren't you happier baking with me?
With Denis coming by at night
and our wild wingdings...
Do you give them the same advice?
What advice?
- You don't remember? - No.
- Rule number one... - Oh! No, no.
They're young but sharper than you.
- At 30, you'd only had one man... - My husband.
- Who cheated on you. - Watch it!
Are you with anyone now?
No, just some flings.
Some flings.
I gathered that from the interview.
It's strange because you...
You're not bad.
- And you? - What?
- You're still at it? - What?
Fucking co-workers. The activist is your new fling?
Tancredi is my boyfriend.
So we've changed?
You're no longer a diehard single alfa male.
Things are different this time.
I think we'll get married.
What was that?
You might not believe it but...
I've started thinking in the plural.
After Denis's accident, I wanted to make a change and...
I think I managed.
I do miss the bakery now and again
but...
I'm boring you.
- No. - I'm boring you.
Not at all, actually.
Guys, I can't stop thinking about it, I haven't felt that way in ages.
What way? Happy, horny...?
You don't get it.
I was with Luca...
- So was that other guy! - Who?
- The gay Gino Strada. - Stop it! The gay catechist.
- Aren't they getting married? - Exactly.
So what? He got married too, but then...
- Shut up! - You don't get it.
Luca didn't come back for the cake, he came back for me, obviously.
He said he misses the bakery: meaning me, us.
Antonio...
Do you like broken records?
You and Luca had your chance three years ago.
Great sex, threesomes with Denis, wild wingdings.
But it ended badly. Accept it, okay?
Because of other people or other reasons, who knows!
It was nice, but the past is passed, get it through your head.
- We've changed and grown up. - You've gotten old and worse.
Like with movies,
sequels are always worse than the original.
Not true, "The Empire Strikes Back"?
- It's way better. - Not to mention the Anakin trilogy!
- But it ends badly. - I want another try.
- At what, being his lover? - No!
- I want another chance with Luca. - And Dario?
Gone With the Wind...
Jamila?
Salvo?
- Where is everyone? - Antonio!
- Where have you been? - Sorry but...
- Are you sick? - No, I just didn't sleep enough.
Big news: Irina is here.
Irina?
- I'll get the spoons, don't move. - No, Jamila, wait.
See?
Irina Junsen, the soccer player's wife.
She's a fan and wants to do a video-recipe with you.
- Now? - Yes.
I noticed she was a fan, so I asked her and she accepted.
This is the big break we need after the interview.
She wants to make a "Mon Blanc" with you.
Put these on your eyes, you've got some major bags!
Coming.
No.
Antonio, you look like a corpse, put them on.
I know you didn't sleep because Gaia Trevis roasted you,
you went crazy but Irina is here right now!
- This video-recipe is our comeback. - A new recipe would be my comeback.
- I need to create something. - No, you need to smile...
and say "Just follow the recipe!"
I'm done with "Just follow the recipe!"
Hush!
I lost steam.
Don't walk away from a babe with 100,000 followers!
I do pastries, not video-recipes!
Take these damn spoons and find another puppet for Irina's "Mon Blanc".
Loser!
And it's Mont Blanc!
- Do I look like shit? - No.
No!
- Taking me to some hipster place? - You?
Or worse, dancing! Count me out.
C'mon.
FOR SALE
- A trip down memory lane? - You never stop talking!
I do talk a lot.
This is our place.
Mine, yours, Denis's.
We'll take it back.
You...
You're the best baker I know.
And I want to become the best pastry chef so...
But you can work anywhere you want.
I want my own place, Luca. With you.
I think we can do it together, trust me.
You said you missed it and we were happy.
So, what's stopping you?
Tancredi.
Tancredi would be happy and would support me, but this is nuts.
It's an amazing adventure.
With you, yes.
Me and you can do this.
Yes.
But one thing...
New place, new name.
Like?
"The Denis".
I like it, I like it.
The Denis. Cool.
- Calling your aunt? - Tancredi.
You'll never believe this, but Antonio took me to my old bakery.
We want to try...
- Know how much it'll cost to open this? - You're such a pain!
Would you quit talking about money?
Sorry if I'm good at doing my job.
I won't buy ovens so you can drool over an old flame.
I'm not drooling, this is my dream.
What is? Being a great pastry chef or getting Luca back?
Is there a problem?
- No. - Good.
The equipment in the lab needs to be serviced.
Either open this month or you'll end up like Greece.
Okay but we need to focus on the menu, vendors,
and the staff.
- You can use the kids from the class. - Free labor, great.
I was telling Luca, you should have a promo party.
- Or just a nude picture of them? - No, Tancredi, sorry...
- A party's last on the list. - Sorry, you're right.
- But with your social media contacts... - No social media.
We need a new image for me and this place.
So let's start with the real work.
- We'll renovate! - With what money?
The contractor we used at The Refuge was great...
No contractor, I'm an architect.
- Who? - Me.
- You? - Yes.
- An official architect? - Of course.
Okay.
Are you okay with me doing the work?
Absolutely.
You're not gonna take that off?
Yes.
Let's go.
I ordered the lights.
- I'll go finish painting. - Okay.
Luca!
Tancredi.
Tancredi! Yes...
No! I didn't forget, I didn't!
I swear!
We were busy working, I didn't check my phone.
I'm coming... just give me five minutes.
Be there in five minutes. Yes, I'm coming.
Bye.
- We won't make it in time for class. - Hop on.
- Hurry. - Hold on tight.
Ricky?
Want some lip gloss?
No, thanks.
I like a natural look.
- Thanks. - Sure.
Hi.
The helmet, shit!
Luca!
When he's with you, he's always late.
- He's late, not me. - He's always punctual with me.
Well...
so long as the renovations aren't late, Mr. Architect.
- Everything is going smoothly. - I'm glad.
But I wanted to help you guys out.
- You? - No, I'm too busy here at The Refuge.
Ricky could help.
Thanks, but we can manage on our own.
I figured.
You see, it could be a good opportunity for him.
Ricky has problems, not only with drugs.
He's had a rough life and don't get me started on his family.
But I get him...
He's alone.
He's looking for attention, like me.
He's looking for his place in life, where he's happy.
Do you have a happy place?
- Do you? - Yes.
The Orange Garden. When I was a kid and felt alone
and lost, I would go there, and I still go there.
I go to the lookout point and...
Dunno, the lights of Rome soothe me.
So what about Ricky?
All right, fine, an extra set of hands is always useful.
- Maybe this will help him. - Of course.
Thanks, you're...
really special.
Luca, for the windows...
My name's Ricky, not Luca.
He's parking, he'll be right in.
Oh, sorry.
Ricky, that's your locker.
The blue one?
On the right.
What are you looking at?
- We need to get started. - No.
I have to stick with Luca, like Stalin said.
Cheers.
Luca, I bought some beer...
This beer is nothing but foam, where'd you get this crap?
Ricky, can you go to the hardware store?
I'm on break.
He's on break.
I'll go.
- You have awful taste in friends. - Shut your mouth.
Hi.
I was looking for Antonio.
- Hi, Antonio's not here. - Figures.
I came to wish him well on his new adventure.
I know nothing about flowers but was told these are good luck
so I bought them...
Thanks.
Can you tell him that I brought them?
- Dario. - Dario.
- Luca. - Oh, Luca.
- Antonio mentioned me? - Yes.
No, I mean... he mentions lots of people.
- Are you the painter? - No, I'm the owner.
- Antonio's my partner. - Your partner...
Sorry.
Do you already have a vendor?
- Leave your business card. - Antonio already has my number.
He calls when he wants.
Cute.
Who is Dario?
A vendor.
A vendor brings you flowers?
He's a caring, sweet person.
A fling, right?
Who knows...
You never change.
Antonio, the stand mixer's not working.
All right.
The day's over, we'll do it tomorrow.
Hey, Luca?
- Can I get a ride back? - Yes.
Yes.
I'll wait outside.
- What a pain he is! - Don't be such a jerk.
- I'm a jerk? - You're a jerk.
See you.
Cri, we need backup.
Tancredi is using the kid to spy on us, I'm sure.
Okay, honey, leave it to me.
I'll leave the field open for you.
How about these?
Those?
Yeah.
They're jeans and they're always fashionable.
- What the fuck are you saying? - Damn kid.
You don't like shopping, do you?
I like it, but I don't have money to shop.
- Let's go back to the bakery... - We can't because...
We still have to get...
- Hold on. - Antonio doesn't want me there.
No, but Antonio and Luca need to talk.
Is that what you call it?
They need to fuck. You can say it, I won't tell Stalin.
- Buddy, sit down a sec. - You're tired out?
You're fucking annoying, sit down now!
Geez.
Luca and Antonio are friends.
Friends don't fuck.
Friends are honest and help each other.
Friends help even when they don't agree.
Guess that's why I don't have friends.
Even my parents ditched me.
You don't have any friends at The Refuge?
A boyfriend?
- Anyone? - I let Tamara fuck me sometimes.
She's my roommate.
Oh Tamara, because you're...
- You're fluid? - Yes.
Because pussy is...
like jeans, it's always fashionable.
- No men then? - Are you kidding?
Only if they pay me.
Fair enough.
Damn, this is heavy.
It is.
- You don't work out anymore? - No, I smoke too much.
- Here. - What?
- Drink. - Thanks.
You are such a jackass, you never change.
But you liked this jackass.
Fuck you, shithead!
- I'm a shithead? - You are a shithead.
You are a... shithead.
Hello.
We're here for the inspection.
Right.
Maybe I should wait upstairs.
No, I'll be right there.
I'll go, you clean up...
Go.
We'd like to have tables outside too.
Nice, very nice.
Do you have an outdoor dining permit?
Yes, yes, we should...
It should be here.
Here it is.
- Good. - We'll open at the end of the month.
I'm glad.
My husband would always come here to buy cream buns.
He loved them.
Sorry, my condolences.
No, sweetie, he's alive and kicking!
- He just has diabetes. - Oh it's him, you're co-workers.
He's my husband and we're co-workers.
- Okay, Luca... - That's me.
- Antonio is the guy downstairs? - Yes.
You two are cute.
So are you together?
You can tell me!
No, we're just partners.
Just partners. I get it, you're co-workers too.
Graziana, there's a problem here.
- Can you tell him to come up? - Why?
You're missing the waiver for the basement lab.
Don't worry, you just need to apply for it,
they'll send it via email, it's just a formality.
- How long will it take? - It depends.
60, 90 days...
Please continue to hold while we connect you.
This damn waiver!
- We can't open without it. - I know.
You forgot about that, Mr. Architect?
We applied for it but the city never answered.
- Hang up, we'll call Tilde. - No, keep politics out of it.
But she knows everyone at city hall, it'll be a snap.
We'll handle it.
- All right. - Hello?
Yes.
Yes, I called earlier...
Where the fuck were you!? I finally found you.
- Answer my calls. - They took away my phone, Oscar.
I don't care who took your phone, you have my goods
and unlike you, I don't like getting dicked.
Oscar! Get out.
- You again? You'd better fuck off. - Leave now.
Or else...? Are you looking to adopt me too?
- Let's talk outside. - Ricky, don't.
- Butt out! - Let's talk outside.
He'll stay here, he works for us.
Want to stay here? I think it's a bad idea.
If you stay here you're one of them, a shithead.
Do whatever you want.
- What's going on? - Who's that asshole?
That asshole's my brother.
- Call the police. - Don't fucking call anyone.
Call them.
- You okay? - Yes.
Thanks.
Ricky, I'll give you a ride. Luca and Tancredi went to the precinct.
I don't need to be saved by anyone.
I don't like the fact that you're worrying about me.
I thought you couldn't stand me and didn't want me here.
The situation is...
But you want me here.
Get undressed.
What?
- Are you bashful? Get undressed. - What the hell!?
- Come on. - Stop it!
- Are you nuts? - I won't tell anyone.
Don't do things like this!
- Like the things you do with Luca? - What do I do with Luca?
- We're friends. - Friends?
I'm not your boyfriend either, I was gonna suck you off to thank you.
- That's how you thank me? - So?
- First off, you work for me... - I work for you?
Then pay me if I work for you.
Here.
Is this enough for a taxi?
See you, Antonio.
Nope.
- You messed up. - You just got lucky.
Lucky? You came toward me head-on.
- Just forget about it. - You should focus on the menu.
- We need a new dessert... - Please!
Just leave him alone.
How are things with Luca?
- He's too busy to think about me. - Give him some signs.
You want him back? Then you need a game plan.
Goal and game plan. Goal and game plan.
Knock it off! Antonio's got other issues like that damn waiver...
Don't make that face! We need to find a chocolate vendor.
Hold on, let's focus on the game plan.
When was the last time that Luca was a real pain?
When he was jealous.
- Want some more? - No, or I'll get fat like this.
You barely ate anything.
Well...
I talked to my dad, everything's settled.
Let's make a toast to your business. What's it called?
- "The Denis". - The Denis.
The Denis.
Let's just call it "Denis", it sounds better.
Smile.
Smile more.
Good.
You're gonna post it?
With me?
Thirsty?
It's just that...
these pistachios...
are salty!
I'll introduce you to Luca tomorrow.
- Your partner. - My friend.
Are you fucking?
- You can tell me, I won't get mad. - Yes, as friends...
But before when...
When we worked...
You're working together again.
It was nothing serious.
It was...
We had some nights together.
You went dancing?
Got high?
Wild wingdings, that's what Denis called them.
Denis was there too?
You had threesomes, wow.
Call him.
- Who? - Luca, tell him to come here.
But this time, I get to wear the kimono.
Why not me?
Antonio, what do you want?
All right... these are all freebies, just for you.
- For Denis. - For The Denis.
Right.
You'll get 50% off of starches, glucose syrup,
invert sugar, and cream of tartar. Luca!
I'm explaining this for your good,
you'll need cream of tartar for vegan baked goods.
What would you do without me?
- My little sweetie pie. - Hi.
What's going on?
We're ordering supplies.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Hi, I'm Tancredi. You are? - Dario.
- Antonio's friend. - Friend? Oh please, Luca.
He's the hottie from yesterday's story.
He was in his story.
Now I understand why Antonio kept you hidden.
You have to come to my party.
- I'll come if you want me. - We want you.
Plus, my birthday parties are always full of interesting people.
You have to meet my friend Tilde who's in politics...
She's great.
Sorry.
Antonio?
- Everything okay? - Yes.
- Did you make a wish? - Yes.
Hey guys, since it's sunny out, should we play a game?
- Sure! - Yes.
Let's form teams.
- I'm with Antonio. - Fine.
Luca's with us.
The Refuge against the rest of the world.
But we're one person short.
Ricky?
No, I'm with the fairies.
Enough. We've had cake, so how about some karaoke?
- You don't want any? - No.
Tilde's celiac.
I can't wait to try your famous "Just Mascarpone".
It's old news.
I mean... Antonio has lots of surprises up his sleeve.
There's a new menu?
When you do open?
- If they open... - Please!
Tilde, speaking of which, is there someone at city hall...
We're eating, now's not the time.
Sorry, we'll chat later.
- Speaking of city hall, guess what. - What?
I went with Stefano and the council
to Tree of Life, the Polish eco-campsite.
- Poland's cool. - We met another couple.
I know where this is going... What did you do?
Inga and Olaf.
He was like a boy scout, she was like an elf.
Stefano, are you listening? Say something to her!
He's the one who wanted to share our tent.
Are you talking about swinger stuff or an orgy?
This was just the first night, then another couple...
No, please stop. I can't bear to listen to this.
I don't want to judge, but this open-couple situation
is something I can't understand, I'd never be able to do that.
Especially with Luca... I'm too jealous.
- Tato! - Is he 60 years old?!
I'm never inviting you out again.
For me, love is this: us.
Luca, what's your opinion?
- On what? - On what?!
On that: are you with team Tilde or Tato?
- Obviously, I'm biased. - So you changed your ways?
No more wild wingdings?
Huh, wild what?
You don't know?
Him, Antonio, and Denis...
Dario, let's go fetch another bottle. Come on.
No, I'll come.
Excuse me.
Come on.
What the fuck!
Luca, what's wrong?
Why'd you tell your boyfriend our business?
I never told Tancredi.
Sorry, I didn't know.
Wild wingdings...
What does that dickhead know about our wild wingdings?
But we sure did have fun.
You never listened to my voice messages, did you?
Antonio?
I'd like to talk to my boyfriend alone.
Sure.
Did you get the bottle?
- The bottle... - Silly!
- You won't believe what he said... - That's why you brought Dario along!
- It's not my fault they don't talk. - "It's not my fault"...
- Think I fell off the turnip truck? - You should do stand-up.
- You know, I... - Good job: goal and game plan!
Please, he screwed up!
Wait...
Everything okay?
Only the way you want me
I love you
Like I've never loved before
I am the only one
You can love
Can't you see that I'm steps away
From you
You don't know how much love I gave you
How much love wasted
Waiting in silence for you
To notice me
I am what you want.
- Thanks. - Well done.
Good job!
I wanted to...
share with you all the gift that Luca gave me.
More than a gift
it's a promise.
I'll perform at The Denis's opening all dolled up in drag
with everyone from The Refuge.
Yes, I think it's perfect
for the new image of our place. Right?
Right.
Goal and game plan?
Do you have the birthday card? Tilde wants to sign it too.
Yes.
- Are you mad? - No.
Then get the card and let Tilde sign it.
And get another signature, we need it.
- Honey? - How was it?
- You're amazing? - Thanks.
I'd forgotten about this...
Go away, don't come here again.
- What's wrong? - Don't touch me!
- C'mon. - Don't touch me!
- You don't want this anymore? - No.
No, I have a real job.
Miriana, start with that and make sure to whisk it properly.
- Use your wrists. - More forceful.
Good.
This tartar is so damn heavy.
It's not cream of tartar, open it.
- What's this? - Your uniform.
- I'm not wearing this shit. - The other one.
The chef's jacket?
But he doesn't even know how to sift sugar!
That's no problem... Just follow the recipe.
Was I not clear? Answer me!
Didn't I make myself clear? I said no favors.
- I didn't ask her. - Then why'd Tilde sort it out?
- Guys, what's up? - What's up...
We have the waiver.
- That's great news! - See?
It's not great news, now I owe her.
- I told you not to do it. - I didn't do it.
Why'd she say it's a gift from you? Why do you always meddle?
Just mind your own fucking business!
You're always trying to save everyone, always!
Sorry.
I made a mistake, sorry.
I made a mistake picking you off the ground too?
Why did the shop close?
Why?
Because you were missing the waiver? No.
- Because you could barely stand up. - Don't you dare.
Tell him how we met.
Know what Luca became when you left?
A ghost.
A junkie who went to party after party, he never missed one.
Not sure if it was to score drugs, hook up,
or erase Denis.
Guess who saved him when he collapsed.
You've been waiting for this moment, huh?
No.
You've been waiting to rub this in my face.
No.
I've been waiting to be happy.
Together.
- But now you can manage on your own. - Good.
That's the first accurate thing you've said.
I don't need you anymore.
Okay.
Luca, everything okay?
Antonio?
- Can I have a toothbrush? - Yes.
- The cabinet on the right. - Thanks.
Sure.
What do you think?
It looked better on Denis.
You're so stingy with compliments!
- Know what I'd like now? - I'll roll one.
No, you're slow.
I was slow.
Thanks.
- Should I start? - Go on.
Well...
I see...
me, you, the bakery,
and an endless line outside.
Nice.
What do you see?
I see...
Me, you, in the bakery,
but we're old.
And broke.
Geez, you're such a pessimist!
- Broke... - All right.
Here, finish it off.
- Take it. - Thanks.
I miss the wild wingdings...
You shouldn't smoke,
it makes you gloomy.
- You think? - Yes.
I was an idiot for not being in touch.
You were busy with your career.
And the video-recipes.
I was afraid you'd forgotten.
Know the difference between forgetting about and forgetting?
There is none, they're synonyms.
Wrong, we use them like synonyms but...
- There's a big difference. - Like?
Forgetting means "removing from your mind",
forgetting about means "removing from your heart."
And I can assure you that...
in all these years I never forgot about Denis or you...
or us.
Luca?
Hi, Antonio.
You never get in touch anymore... Oh well.
Call when you can, bye.
Hey, Antonio.
I know it's late.
I know, but...
You don't want to talk to me...
But...
Well, I wanted to tell you that I miss you.
And that I can't...
talk to...
or be with anyone the way I did with you.
That's all.
I don't know what else to say but...
I miss you and...
I love you, Antonio.
And I'm sorry.
Yeah...
Anyway...
Oh God!
You're alive.
- Hey. - That's a start.
I've been calling you since yesterday.
- Why the kiss? - Just because...
- You missed me? Got any coffee? - Yes, hold on...
Let's go out for breakfast.
- It stinks like weed in here. - Yes, so let's go out for breakfast.
- So we can... - Why's he here?
- Hush. - No, start explaining.
- What's to explain? It's Luca. - Where's the third guy?
- Stop it. - You stop it.
Tell me why he can wear Denis's kimono but I can't!
Stop it!
Hi, Dario.
Shut up.
Come on, I'll buy you a cappuccino, we'll talk at the cafe.
Hands off, don't touch me.
- Okay, but can we talk? - I get it.
I'll leave.
What the hell?
- Where are you going? - To gather up my stuff.
- Where's my toothbrush? - I threw it away.
I'll take this sweatshirt, it's mine! I lent it to you.
Nintendo Switch comes with me.
Dario, will you calm down? Don't do this.
And the candles too, you never use them.
Where's the wine?
We drank it last night...
Barbaresco.
- With joints? - It was good.
Very good.
I'm leaving, I have no place here anyway.
Dario, please don't be like this...
And I have no place at The Denis either, got that?
Unbelievable!
- Go. - Dario, Dario!
Wait! Can't we just talk?
What do you want me to wait for?
You've made your choice, so carry on.
Carry on living in the past with your memories and photos.
What the fuck will we do now?
What'll we do? You have Luca, he and Tancredi broke up,
you got rid of Dario, just like you wanted.
But Dario took all our supplies, how'll we open?
Quit bullshitting me and tell me the truth!
You didn't want to become a great pastry chef,
you just wanted your old flame back.
You wanted your Prince Charming to eat your mascarpone!
Want to know the truth? You don't give a shit about Luca.
You don't love him, you don't know what love is.
You don't know anymore, it's just an obsession, a fixation
because you're afraid to get old alone.
- Knock it off! - You knock it off.
Look what's become of you, you used to be a good person,
a slave to your husband, but now you use people and friends!
You told lies, you broke couples up.
They were getting married. You're a homewrecker!
I trusted you and joined your adventure,
I even baby-sat for you but if you don't man up,
I can't help you, you're on your own.
Careful.
What's wrong?
Nothing, my mind was elsewhere.
We don't have the supplies we need...
You need to relax.
We'll find a solution.
I've grown fond of this place too.
Actually, for the first time in my life I'm in love...
with Denis.
The Denis, I mean.
- Nice. - Look at all this.
You did it.
So you want to "thank me"?
No.
I quit doing that.
Actually, I wanted to apologize...
you're the only person who isn't a shithead who took advantage...
of me.
Help me out.
- Sure. - Grab these.
I'm a pastry chef, not a miracle worker.
- How'll I make pastries with... - Unsold goods.
No, leftovers! These are used to practice, not to...
Be honest...
are you a puppet?
Are you a puppet who does video-recipes
or are you the best pastry chef I know?
Answer me. You're the Rainbow Cake genius...
Stop it.
The Michelangelo of homemade mascarpone.
I'm here, I'm with you.
Just...
create a recipe.
Come on.
Okay.
Turn the oven on.
- They look great. - Yeah?
But are they good? Did you taste them?
No.
So?
Yes?
Yes?!
All right!
What'll you call them?
Dunno.
Remnants.
We have to work on the name... Nice job.
Thanks.
Fold it four times.
In the kitchen. Okay.
No, this is a surprise for later.
There's a spot here, clean it. Today we need to stay on our toes!
- Quickly, thanks. - Damn it.
I want you pumped up!
This is an important day for us all.
Smile for once.
Good.
- What the hell are you doing? - Why?
- You think you're Mourinho? - Isn't this too blue?
It's fine.
- The reporter's here. - Already? Get Antonio.
Shit...
Hello.
- No... - The photographer!
She's not a fucking photographer!
Gaia, welcome.
So, what do you think?
Not bad, considering you never do anything new.
Wait before saying that.
I won't even wait for my boyfriend, so let's see your new dessert...
- Right? - Yes.
- You can taste it after the show. - Good, that's what I'm here for.
I thought you came to ask questions.
Tamara.
- Excuse me. - Sure.
Looks good.
Give me a hand.
- Luca! - What's up?
- It's time, are you ready? - Tancredi's not here.
Perform without him then.
No, we won't perform without Tancredi.
Hear them?
You'd better call Stalin.
Do it.
- Hey, Tancredi! - Sorry I'm late. You're all so beautiful.
- Hurry up. - I'll be quick.
- Get ready. - Yes.
You got lucky.
Are you okay?
- I'll handle Trevis, relax. - Who cares about Trevis!
What's wrong?
Tancredi...
He's here?
- Of course he is. - He is so...
- Annoying. - Generous.
The guys wouldn't perform without him.
He just wanted to help, but I lashed out at him over Tilde.
Maybe I should apologize to him.
- I should thank him, right? - You should thank me.
Or course, but without Tancredi we wouldn't be opening...
- Without me! - Now's not the time for this...
- You created the Remnants but he... - He didn't do a thing!
I asked Tilde for the favor.
What?
I'm the one who did it.
- You? - Yes.
For you.
Luca...
I...
Hold on.
Tancredi!
Luca! Wait!
- How does this work? - Luca!
Hold on.
- Give me a ride. - Don't go!
- Give me a ride, please! - No!
- Fuck! - Did you fucking hear me?
You can't leave!
You and I have to be together!
I'm sorry for vanishing after Denis.
But I got back on my feet and don't want to hurt.
You can do the same if you want.
You and I are good together, remember?
Stop living in the past!
- Stay with me. - Stop it, Antonio.
Stay with me.
Stop it, I said!
I don't love you.
Why...
Stop hurting yourself.
- Where's Tancredi? - Luca and Antonio aren't picking up.
Now what?
I'll handle it.
Where's Tato?
Hey, girl.
- Where are they? - Who cares.
Thought you said you don't give a shit about anyone?
Sharp memory!
Since your memory's so good, do you remember what you told me?
That friends help even when...
- Even when? - Even when they don't agree.
That's right.
Where's she going?
Good evening, folks! Can I get a round of applause?
More enthusiasm, please. We're not at a funeral...
I know you're wondering: "Who's she, the restaurant inspector?
Is she a rat who'll report us to the cops?"
No, I'm not a snitch. And I won't be performing tonight,
I'm not a show woman,
I'm the accountant for this place.
And we're not here to inaugurate a darn thing,
if anything, this is a reopening.
I was skeptical, I have to admit.
Why?
Because I don't believe in second chances.
Movie sequels always suck too.
Because it's hard to bring back the magic of the past.
But with this place, Luca and Antonio are trying
to debunk the first rule, the dogma:
do it better than before.
Even if it was amazing before.
I know.
I was with them.
Here...
is where we were happy.
Very happy.
This place is named for someone who's no longer with us.
Denis.
And we hope that "The Denis"
will be a place you can come to when you're in need.
Because...
when we need them most,
friends are the greatest treasure.
Well said!
- Hooray! - Thanks.
Did someone say they want me to get naked?
No, or the cops will show up. Thanks.
This isn't your place.
Your place is by Luca's side.
I messed up, I did things that were...
awful.
And I apologize.
You see...
I tried as hard as I could.
I tried to recreate the place where I was...
happy.
But Luca loves you.
He wants you, it's as clear as day.
I just wasn't seeing clearly.
He loves you.
And he didn't cheat on you.
You're sweet together.
Maybe I'm the one...
who needs to find his place.
Open your eyes, you found it already.
Sorry.
Thanks.
The star is finally back.
- Time for the show. - The show already happened.
Antonio, your creation...
It was bold to put together scraps from other sweets to create a new one.
Brilliant.
Thanks.
- One more question... - Friends.
My friends are my inspiration.
How honorable, but does this creation have a name?
Yes, it's remn...
"Memories", write that.
Well done.
- I can't believe it. - Well done, well done.
- Welcome back. - Thanks.
- You snuck off? - Shut your mouth.
Go to work, move it.
- What happened? - Know what happened, Antonio?!
I saved your asses.
How so?
I acted as a friend, literally.
Thanks.
Sorry if I was shitty with you too.
I love you.
- Cream croissants? - Ready.
- Cookies? - Ready.
- The lab? - All tidy.
We cleaned all night long.
These uniforms are cute but uncomfortable.
- The other ones were better. - Really?
You're a fan of the past now? You said we should focus on...
The future. Let's worry about the present, we're about to open.
- Exactly. - Here you are.
- Sure you don't need a hand? - I'm sure.
- Sure? - No worries, go on.
- This is my place, after all. - Our place.
All right, bye.
- Bye. - Bye.
Honey? Hey...
That door will open,
the bell will ring,
and a new prince will show up wanting your mascarpone.
Maybe I'll give him my new creation.
- Right! - Right.
Bye.
We're closed still...
Subtitles: Laser S. Film s.r.l. - Rome