Mom, you're the only one who gets me when it comes to superstitions,
so I'm asking you,
please do not throw away the Satan ashtray.
No matter how ugly it is.
Because it protects the house.
Also, the deflated soccer ball that's in my closet,
it saved my life when I flipped my canoe in Calabria, Mom.
I held onto it and stayed afloat for six hours.
And the Sonic Youth T-shirt they threw from the stage in Pordenone…
I had to fight like hell to get it. That T-shirt is magical.
It protects against nightmares.
Give it to Ercole if he can't sleep at night.
Oh, and there's the red bandana too.
Guys, come on. Look over there and give me your best pirate!
I used it when I played a pirate on cruise ships.
More pirate, more pirate!
That bandana inspires courage.
Give it to Libero. It'll drive away his fear.
And then there's that song, Mom.
Remember that song you used to sing to me before I fell asleep?
The one about the burning building by Gianna Nannini?
You used to say it drove away sadness.
Sing it to the kids, Ma. Every night.
You think you're stupid, Ma.
But you're the smartest person I know.
You had it all figured out from day one.
You knew how it'd end with Sarah.
You know what happened.
Be there for the kids, Ma. They need you.
STORY OF MY FAMILY
-So, is that Vesuvius? -Yeah.
And it can explode.
What?
Ercolano… Ercolano, my hometown… um…
A long, long time ago, was like Pompeii.
Fire, lava, everybody dead. It was a disaster.
But why do people live next to an active volcano?
Ah…
Don't ask.
Think about the family.
The family, because, uh…
Um… we could erupt at any moment, like a volcano, believe me.
It's a mad family, a madhouse.
You're more worried than me.
Just give me your hand and stay close to me.
-Fausto! -Hey!
Yo!
Hey, careful--
-We have a problem. -Valerio, my brother. Sarah.
Hi. Mom's boyfriend moved in, and I hate him to death.
-Here it comes. -No, Fausti. We gotta kick this guy out.
-Can this wait till later? -No!
This guy took my television and moved it to their room!
Talk to him before I throw him out the window!
Yeah, let's go inside. Here. Let's go.
Come on, lets' go.
That's him.
Pasquale the prick.
Pasquale the prick?
Pasquale the prick.
Hi.
-You must be Fausto! -Yeah.
Remember? I'm Pasquale. I'm your mom's boyfriend.
It's just, we've never met, so…
Come on. Bring it in, man.
Hey. Wow.
-This is great. -Yeah.
Sarah.
So…
Uh, she's my girlfriend.
Hello to you.
This is great. Really great. Okay, guys.
See you in an hour. I'm goin' for a little jog.
-Okay? -Okay.
See ya. Bye.
-Kinda weird, huh? -He sucks.
-Hey, Mom? -Shush! I know.
Well?
-Mom, give me a kiss. -No. No kisses, Fausto.
-What? -Are you in trouble?
No, Mom. I'm not in trouble. Here.
-I'd like you to meet Sarah. -Good morning.
The mother of my child.
What do you mean?
I mean that… we're expecting a baby.
No, come on. Be serious now.
It's true. It's true, Mom. It's true, Look.
Huh?
-How did this happen? -How it usually does, Mom.
No, don't be a smart-ass. Did you want it or not?
-Yes, Mom. We wanted it. -Mmm!
So, after five months together, you wanted a baby?
No, I don't want you to answer.
I want to hear it from her.
Sorry. Uh…
Do you want it?
-The baby? -Yeah.
Well, when you chose to have Fausto,
why did you make that decision? You were in love, right?
Like hell I was in love. I got pregnant when I was 18. Love!
I ran away from home, and my father chased me with a gun for two days.
Then Valerio came along, and my husband ran off.
-You tell me where love comes in. -That's it. We shouldn't have come.
-No. -Know what? We'll--
You did the right thing.
-But you have to get married. -All right.
My sisters, all the aunts,
uncles, and cousins will give you an envelope with 500 euros.
I'm getting a degree in dentistry, so I'm no expert.
But I assume that getting married will solve
some illegal immigration issues too, right?
Pasquale, who the fuck asked for your opinion?
-Why don't I go make some horchata? -Yeah, go on.
Oh my God…
Look, guys, I'm saying this for you. A wedding isn't a celebration.
A wedding is an investment.
Okay…
Um…
Our whole family is made up of… 20… subfamilies.
With an average of two kids each…
-Mom, what are you-- -Shh! Shut up.
Twenty weddings…
When anyone gets married, you give the couple an envelope with 500 euros.
If one of my children wants to be unconventional
and not get married as God intended…
…he'll lose the fortune.
If you do marry, we earn, at a minimum, 20,000 euros. Tax-free.
Okay, but no priests.
Who gives a shit about priests?
Um… no white dress.
Listen my dear, I want you to feel like a part of the family now.
We will do whatever you decide.
They're about to start.
We can watch, but I told them we're leaving.
Yeah. Of course we're leaving.
I want to see it.
No. That's completely out of the question.
Dad told us all about it. He said it's not upsetting.
You coming?
No, I don't wanna see it.
-Then I'll go alone. -No, bud. You're not going anywhere alone.
Sit here for a sec. Come.
-What's wrong, now? -Come.
-We've got to make a decision here. -I say we let him watch.
Yeah, and traumatize him for the rest of his life? Don't think so.
If we leave now without discussing it further,
he'll forget about it.
He won't think about it anymore.
Perfect, so now you go and tell him that.
-Wait, why me? -Why not you?
-I'm not a direct relative. -But you're basically an uncle.
Yeah, but twice-removed.
-Then you do it, Lucia. -No.
He won't care if I say it. I'm not doing it.
No, listen to me, all of you.
One of us here has to take responsibility and take charge of the situation.
Like Fausto asked of us. If we agree that it's not a good idea…
I'll go and tell him.
Yeah? So we're agreed?
Mm.
Ercole…
Dad said that after you die,
either you feel better or you don't feel anything.
So, we don't need to be sad.
Who's coming with me?
It's 900 degrees in there, and the coffin burns right away.
But it takes a while to make ash.
Right now there are still some bone remains.
Later, that man will collect them
and put them into a machine that grinds them up.
That's to make sure there's no metal in the ashes.
There might be tooth fillings and stuff.
At the end, they'll give us the urn.
And we have to scatter the ashes like my dad wanted.
He said it would be okay to scatter them in the sea or a river.
But a sea that's far away. Like the ocean. Not like in Fiumicino.
I wanna stay for one more minute. We can go after that.
As you know, after Fausto's death,
seeing as the mother isn't very reliable,
the city asked me to monitor your situation, and I must say,
it's nice to see the four of you all here together.
I imagine you're still trying to--
-Uh, excuse me. Sorry to interrupt. -Huh?
But I actually have an appointment right now.
You heard the alarm go off… So, I think I'm gonna…
I really just wanted to say hi.
No, you're not going anywhere.
I'm staying here, not moving.
Perfect. As I was saying, this community you make here,
it's very important.
But of course it all rests on one person's decision. Hmm?
Lucia, this thing only works if you move here.
No. No, no. I… I can't move to Rome. I have a job. How could I?
Moving the kids away from their environment would be idiotic.
I'm sorry, but maybe they should… go back to their mom.
-Seriously? -Well, she is their mom.
-What? -She is their mom.
Okay, listen up.
If you refuse to move, the kids will be transferred,
temporarily, into a foster home.
-No. -Look, I didn't say I was refusing, okay?
I just said relocating to Rome would be impossible.
Mom! You wanna leave, leave!
If you don't want to stay here, then go.
-You're not helping anybody. -Vale…
Whatever.
All right, listen. The kids will stay here for now.
And in the meanwhile, we can decide what to do.
We just need a week.
You have a week. Okay.
One last very important thing.
When they call their mother, make sure it's on speaker.
You need to always be hearing what the mother is saying to the children.
So the children can't even talk to their mother anymore? Whatever you say.
Thanks again.
How could you even think of suggesting they stay with their mother?
So my son decided for me too? What I think doesn't count, right?
Yes, but the kids count much more.
No, Maria. The truth is you always hated that girl.
-Lucia. -You've forgotten what Fausto was like.
-Don't say something you'll regret. -No, Maria. No one ever cared for her.
You know that.
Lucia, I understand you don't want to take on any responsibility here,
but to go and say that it's your son's fault,
well, I think that's very unfair.
The truth is I'm not capable of being a mother or grandmother.
I'm not cut out for it. I can't help it, Maria.
Lucia.
You didn't use to be like this.
You used to be a strong woman.
-It's because of my thyroid. -Yeah, your thyroid.
Maria, I've had Graves' disease for four years now.
You know it's made me more… anxious and insecure--
Give me a break! Graves' disease?
I have thyroid issues myself. I take a pill, and I try to help the kids.
I can't understand a thing when I talk to your mom.
She's so funny.
She makes getting married sound like a heist or something,
Like robbing a bank. Like Bonny and Clyde.
"Take the money and run. Just run."
So, uh, Bonnie, what are you gonna do with all that money, then?
We'll pay our rent, of course.
You're gonna stay in Rome?
Well, yeah, I'm staying in Rome. You think I'm gonna come back?
Uh, no. I guess not, Fausto… Uh…
Yeah, of course…
Yeah, no. That's fine. Do as you wish.
So, guys…
Would you be the witnesses at our ceremony?
Guys, I asked you a question.
Wait, I'm sorry, are you guys happy I'm getting married, or…
-I mean, I'm getting married. -Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'm happy for you guys.
-So's Demetrio. -No. I'm not happy at all.
What do you mean, you're not?
Remember how we've all been friends since we were little kids,
how the three of us always did everything together.
School, having fun, things like that. The park, after-school club…
-Yes, and? -If you get married, that will be over.
Okay? And I don't like it.
Sarah, excuse me, it's… Believe me. It's nothing personal against you.
It's just, uh… It's just how I feel. I'm sorry.
I'll come to the wedding, but I'll be sad. Very sad.
I'm sorry.
He just leaves?
The Southern victim complex strikes again.
That's just how we are.
Let's get away from here.
No one here likes me.
-No. Not true, Sarah. -Hmm?
It's not true. Take Maria. Maria likes you.
She told me so.
She told me so in private.
She's in love with you.
No, no, no. Maria and I are just friends. Really good friends.
That's true, but no love. No love.
-She hates me. -She doesn't hate you.
Didn't you see she never looks at me when she speaks?
Sarah, just think about us.
Think about us just for a second.
We are so beautiful.
No family.
No friends.
Let's just leave the world behind.
Yes.
I just don't ever want to be sad.
Sarah, you'll never be sad. I swear.
Really. Never. I promise.
Sarah?
-What are you looking for? -Um, just water.
Okay. It's in the fridge.
Okay.
You had a lovers' quarrel?
-Hmm? -Did you two have a fight, or…
-Oh, no. -Oh.
Sit down.
Here.
I'm sorry if I haven't been the most affectionate since you arrived.
I grew up in a house with a bunch of men. I'm not used to the… to the pleasantries.
I just wanted to say that I'm really happy you're pregnant.
Actually, I'm thrilled about it.
What made you fall in love with my son?
Love. Why?
-Why? -Um…
Because of his shoulders.
-Hmm? -His shoulders?
Oh. The shoulders?
-Mm-hmm. Yeah. -Very good.
Those are the basics.
I've never trusted a man with those small, narrow shoulders.
But my son…
His shoulders are nice and broad, you know?
Mom, she doesn't understand what you're saying.
-Will you just stop? -I was giving her water.
And you gave it to her. Now go to bed.
-Why do you treat me like this? -Like what?
All I said to you was, "Go to bed."
No, no. Faustino. It's not that.
It's condescension in your voice I can't stand.
Like you think I'm crazy.
Mom, good night.
Well, fuck you, then.
You don't talk like this to your mother.
Baby, we always say, "Go fuck yourself."
Bad words.
But we love each other.
Trust me. We love each other.
Baby… come back to bed.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.
I remember, yeah. Piazza Venezia, right?
Of course. I'll see you there. What time?
At seven?
Sorry, what did you do with my brother?
Food's ready, kids.
-We'll make it on time anyway. -I said, it's ready!
Seven is fine, okay? Fine.
-Valerio! -Go kill yourself.
Valerio!
Okay.
-Here. -Mm.
-Bon appétit. -Bon appétit.
It comes right off.
Honey, I tried my best, but my breading has been coming off for 30 years.
It doesn't taste bad. It just comes off.
Then it's not a breaded cutlet. It's just a cutlet.
Eat it and don't bust her balls.
Hey!
That's no way to talk.
It's your mom.
Answer it!
-Come on Ma, pick up. -Answer it!
Okay, I will. Just a sec. All right?
We're gonna put the phone on the table.
That way, we can all hear.
Here we go.
-Answer it! Hurry up! -I'm answering. Calm down.
Hello?
-Hello, Sarah. How are things? -Everything's fine. Can I talk to my kids?
Yes. They're here. They can hear you.
Also… I just wanted to tell you something, Sarah.
I often think of you, and if you ever want to speak to me,
I'm always available. Shh!
And even though it's a complicated situation,
I still really care about you.
-Okay, will you put on my kids now? -Of course.
-Sure! Um… -In Italian!
I wanted to ask if you could please speak in Italian.
Mommy?
Italian.
-Hey, In Italian! -Ercole?
Speak Italian for us, dear. Okay?
No, Sarah, you have to speak in Italian, okay? I'm sorry.
-I'm not talking to you. -Sorry, but I have to end the call.
I'm in a difficult position.
-No! Please, no! -We can't do it like this.
That's it. I can't handle this situation. I'm sorry.
-Calm down! -I can't take it!
I've had enough!
Give me that fucking…
Sarah! One moment.
I recorded everything.
Valerio, we can't understand any of that shit anyway.
You don't understand shit, as usual.
Watch. So now, I'll play the recording,
and we'll use a translator app to understand.
What are you talking about?
You don't have to cooperate. Always say no to everything they say.
You see what she's doing? She's turning them against us.
That bitch.
You saw how happy the kids were to hear from her, didn't you?
I've always said that… she's a good person. She needs help.
Especially your grandmother.
She's ignorant.
Your father hated her.
She's incapable of loving anyone other than herself.
I have to go pick up a client.
Don't let it get to you, Mom. She's an idiot.
Okay?
May I come in?
Listen, Sarah.
It would make me very happy if you wore these earrings today.
Here.
Thank you, Lucia.
Uh, it's just… I can't wear these because… it gives me allergies.
Of course. I've seen that cheap jewelry you wear.
No wonder you get allergies.
These things are pure gold, okay?
I wore them myself at my own wedding. No allergies.
I prefer not.
Oh… just do this one favor for me. No white dress, no church…
At least wear the earrings.
Okay.
Listen, Sarah, I know you're scared. But to be honest with you,
I was scared the day of my wedding too.
I just want you to know that you and me… me… me and you, are the same.
We have something in common.
On the surface you have this… you have this beautiful,
strong and boorish exterior.
But you also have this vulnerable side you keep hidden.
It's just like mine.
I also wanted to tell you something else, and maybe I shouldn't tell you,
but I'm going to do it anyway.
You… and Fausto will always be happy.
But I know who my son is.
My son devours life, and he devours other people's lives too.
So, if one day you find that you aren't happy anymore,
that things aren't going well, that you're sad…
then change.
-Change myself? -Uh…
No… not you. Not you.
I mean get a different man.
Because when happiness goes away, it's gone.
It never comes back the same way again.
Change your man.
Change, uh, your life. Change all of it. Huh?
You're so beautiful.
Hey, Mom, have you seen my white shirt anywhere?
Hey!
Mom.
Hey, those are my cuff links.
And so, what do you want?
Those are from my first communion!
-I need them. I can't find mine. -I don't care! Take them off!
You don't need them. Come on. You're young. They'll forgive you.
-Pasquale, give them back. -I said no.
Oh yeah?
-Hey! What the fuck is going on? -I'll smash your face in!
-This prick took my cuff links. -Knock it off.
-Give me my fucking cuff links! -Hey, knock it off!
-Give me my cuff links! -Go!
-What are you trying to do? I mean… -You son of a bitch!
-Go to the other room, right now! -Okay, but only because it's you.
-Fine, just go! -"Only because it's you."
-Hey! Whoa! -"Because it's you."
Will you calm down? I'm getting married today!
If you don't kick him out, I'm leaving! Okay?
Okay. Calm down. I got this.
Mom, let's sort this thing out, please.
Hmm?
Mom, listen.
Are you actually in love with Pasquale?
-Pasquale's dad is a dentist. -And?
He's already fixed two of my molars.
Valerio is getting all his top teeth straightened out.
For free! We've saved about 7,000 euros.
As soon as we're done, Pasquale's days are numbered.
-Ah. -You really don't understand your mother.
You thought I'd fall in love with a dumbass like that?
Come on, Fausto. Even I have my limits.
Coming. Coming!
What's this shit? You look like a penguin.
-Hold on. -What do you mean, "hold on"?
Now?
-Somehow, it's worse with the jacket. -What do you mean?
-Stop right there. Where's Maria? -Huh?
No, Maria's not coming. She has a fever.
What are you talking about? Go get her.
Wait, you want me to get her?
Dem, listen to me. This is your chance to finally tell her how you really feel.
-Me? How do I feel? -Everyone knows you're in love with her.
So, win her! There's nothing in your way. Just go to her and win her heart!
That's how it's done. Now, I'm very busy. Go.
-You think I should go? -Demetrio, go!
-Fausto, I'm going. -Go!
-I'm going. -Go, Demetrio, go!
Mom, I said leave me alone.
Maria. It's Demetrio.
Okay come in.
-Hello. -What are you wearing?
-What? -You look like shit.
Maria.
Before coming over here… I drank three Campari cocktails.
Because… there's something important I have to tell you.
Whoa, are you really that sick?
-You want me to go get something for you? -I don't have a fever, all right?
This entire thing is too much for me to take!
I thought I could handle it, but it's tearing me up inside.
-I cared about him so fucking much! -No, you love him, Marì.
Okay, so I'm in love with him. What's the problem with that?
I never said there was a problem. Relax.
We're in the same situation.
It's not the same situation.
Believe me, it is. If I say it's the same, then it is.
All right.
This guy is our best friend in the entire world.
And today is the most important day of his life.
Marì, we gotta make a sacrifice. We go to the wedding,
we stand and smile, and we hope for the best.
All right. Fine, then. Fine.
We'll do what he wants again.
We always do whatever the fucking prince wants!
By the way, I love you, Maria. I really love you so much.
Like, a lot.
Hey, Fausto.
-Hi, Faustì. -Hi.
Guys, I'm supposed to be happy. This is a great day for me.
Christ's sake, could you please make an effort?
Look, Fausto. Uh… I am happy.
Just promise you'll come visit every now and then.
-Kiss me on the mouth. -Hey, fuck you.
-Kiss me on the mouth. -Fuck you, man.
Can you believe this guy?
A kiss on the mouth.
Will you come visit me in Rome?
Maybe.
Oh.
I brought it back to my house.
I don't want the kids to see it all the time.
The soccer ball?
Uh, yeah, 'cause, uh…
That soccer ball contains Fausto's ashes. That's what the children wanted.
Ah.
-Why'd you make that face? -Well, no, I mean…
Does that seem normal to you? Tell me.
N… No. Yeah? No.
Ah.
So, the week you were given is over.
Here's a copy of the report
from the child neuropsychiatrist who met with the kids.
In, uh, Libero, the older one, he noticed a few… issues.
"He fails to make eye contact with adults."
Mm-hmm.
Mm. "Demonstrate very poor communication skills."
"Frequent nightmares." Is that all?
Well, considering the report from the neuropsychiatrist
and the meeting we had the other day,
I'm very concerned.
Lucia cares about them a lot.
We just have to get ourselves organized. With my support too.
Of course, but I'm also here to assess if we have any alternative solutions.
Solutions we haven't yet… considered.
I don't--
You have a good relationship with the kids?
-I do. -You know the entire family intimately.
So I'd like to know what your opinion is.
Sorry, my opinion? About what?
What you think about somebody else taking over as their guardian. Instead of Lucia.
No, I'm convinced that Lucia will be able to keep everything under control.
I don't know what else to say.
Mom. Hey. Where are you going?
I'm going to find a travel agency.
-Now? -Uh-huh.
What for?
Well, because… I don't know how to buy a train ticket online.
Mom, do you remember Pasquale, the prick?
-What does this have to do with Pasquale? -A lot, Mom.
Because you played Pasquale like a fiddle and got everything you wanted from him.
You never let anyone get you down.
Will you get me this ticket, yes or no?
Mom, I know we can do it.
Nobody believes in us, except Fausto, Mom.
He did.
We were the only option Fausto had. That's why he left me the kids.
I know he thought horrible things about me.
Okay, so you're playing the victim, now?
Every single time I look at those two kids,
I can feel your brother staring at me, thinking I'm a shit mom
and a shit woman on top of it.
And you know what? I think he was right about that.
Please, Val, I want to go back home. Get me the ticket, please.
-I can't do this, Val. -But, Mom…
Can I stay up a little longer?
Come here. Come to Grandma.
I even put the Sonic Youth T-shirt on, but I still can't fall asleep.
Will you wash it tomorrow?
'Cause it stinks.
But I don't want to sleep with another T-shirt on,
or I'll have nightmares, Grandma.
Ercole, tomorrow I'm going back home.
But Maria will come over, and she'll wash it, okay?
Why are you leaving?
Well, because Grandma has lots of stuff to do back at home.
And that's why I need to go.
You're always so sad.
Dad told us that when he was a kid, you always made him laugh.
You'd pretend you were a singer, and you'd always sing the same song.
What song was that?
♪ This love Is a gas chamber ♪
♪ It's building burning in the city ♪
-♪ This love is a thin blade ♪ -♪ This love is a thin blade ♪
-♪ It's a slow-motion scene ♪ -♪ It's a slow-motion scene ♪
♪ This love Is a bomb at the hotel ♪
I don't want to go back to Mom.
Why not?
I don't know.
Hmm. Hey.
Sarah.
Sarah?
Is everything okay? Hmm?
It's my arm.
Huh?
My arm.
-Your… your arm? -Yeah.
What's wrong with your arm, my dear?
It's like it's not my arm.
-I don't understand, Sarah. -It's not my arm!
No.
You're saying this isn't your arm?
Should I go call someone? Hmm?
Sarah! No, no, no, no, take it easy. Look at me, Sarah. Sarah, look at me.
Look at me. Should I go get Fausto?
Just wait here, honey.
I'll be right back. Hold on.
I'll be right back.
Valerio! What's going on? What's Sarah doing?
-She's still getting ready. -I know, but it's late. We gotta start.
Everything's under control. Don't worry. I'll get her. Relax.
-Come. -All right.
-What's going on, Mom? -Shut up and come with me.
-What's going on? -Hey!
-Hello. Hi. -Thank you. Hi.
-What is it? -Fausto, you need to take care of Sarah.
Yeah, Mom, I know.
No, no! Listen to me! You shouldn't underestimate the situation.
What situation, Mom? What situation?
I don't think that Sarah's doing well at all.
Mom, sit down and stop bugging me.
-No, I… -Go sit down.
-She needs a doctor. -Mom.
-She was saying things about her arm. -Mom. Stop. Listen to me right now!
I'm trying to stay calm. I'm trying to be civil with you,
but believe me, it's an enormous effort.
Will you please go sit down and stop busting my balls?
I'm talking about something serious, Fausto.
I'm happy for once in my life, and you can't stand it.
-You don't want me to be. -Not true.
-It's true. -Why are you saying this?
-You never wanted me happy. -Who, me?
Yes, Mom. You could never stand it.
What did I ever do to you, huh?
How many examples do you want?
You'd leave me all night with Valerio, when he was two years old
because you had to go dancing. Remember?
You always brought those nasty men home. Remember them?
Mom, I once asked you for money to go on a school trip.
Your son, asking you for money.
You said we were broke, and then what did you do?
Remember what you did?
You went on vacation for three weeks.
I can keep going if you want, Mom, but it's not the time or the place.
So if you could mind your own fucking business,
that'd be great.
Enjoy yourself.
♪ This is the next century ♪
♪ Where the universal's free ♪
♪ You can find it anywhere ♪
♪ Yes, the future has been sold ♪
♪ Every night we're gone ♪
♪ And to karaoke songs… ♪
You're so beautiful.
I love you, baby.
I love you.
♪ Though the words are wrong ♪
♪ It really, really, really could happen ♪
♪ Yes, it really Really, really could happen ♪
♪ When the days They seem to fall through you ♪
♪ Well, just let them go ♪
Good morning! Wake up!
I'll make breakfast while you get dressed. What do you want?
Bread with Nutella.
-I'm not going to school. -Oh yes, you are!
Get up, get dressed, and come and have breakfast.
-What are you doing? -Get moving! In the kitchen!
Where do we go now?
-We need to go left. -Lucia!
Lucia!
Here I am. Sorry. I'm a bit late.
No, I'm sorry. I should've called. I'm taking them to school today.
Ah.
Okay, we'll give you a ride.
No, no, no, no, no. No, we'll take a nice walk
so that Grandma can start to explore Rome on her own. Hmm?
Bye Marì.
Bye!
Hey!
Come over here.
We go on our own from here.
Are you sure?
-Yeah. -Okay.
See you later.
Hey, kids!
Good luck at school.
Bye.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Sorry, have we met?
Yeah… at the hospital, remember?
Ah, right. Uh, Sergio.
Yeah, yeah. Sergio. Sergio.
I'm sorry about your son. Truly.
Uh… wait. Do you live around here?
As of today, mm…
-A ten-minute walk from here, yeah. -Oh, ah.
-Uh… want to grab coffee nearby? -No, no, no, no. Thank you.
Forget I asked. Goodbye, then.
Goodbye.
-Sergio! -Coming.
Maybe we could walk back to my house?
I'm loaded down with bags. They're heavy.
Sure, why not?
Let's go, then.
-Actually, I can't even remember the way. -After you.
-Rome is so big. -You said ten minutes.
-Ten minutes. -Via Bardonecchia?
No, no.
Mom?
Honey?
Is everything okay?
-How are you, my darling? -I wanna stay with you.
You need to show them that you feel okay.
Do you understand?
Yes, I do.
So that you can come and take me.
Listen to me.
It's us against them.
-Okay, my love? Be patient. -Okay.
I'll be in Rome in a few days. I love you.
See you. n Rome in a few days. I love you.