Sarah…
Where, exactly?
I'll share my location,
but you have to come alone.
If I see you with someone, I'll leave.
-Where's my grandson? -Outside, in the car.
He's fine.
-Wait, Lucia. Can we talk? -What's there to talk about, Sarah?
This is kidnapping! Don't you see how serious this is?
I know. I'm sorry.
-But it's also your family's fault. -Say what? Oh, really?
-It's our fault? -You left me no other choice.
Tell that to the judge, then.
We didn't choose any of this.
And… and if you think you're right, then… what did you call me for?
Because I got lost.
I had an episode.
I couldn't recognize the streets.
Drove around for hours, but couldn't find the exit to the airport.
I tried to act normal for Libero's sake, but I… I was really panicking.
When I saw this restaurant, I pulled over and called you.
So what do you want from me? Hmm?
Should I pat you on the back
and just drive you straight to the airport, Sarah?
I want you to take him back to your house.
I cannot take care of my son. I'm just not capable of it.
Shall we go see him? Huh?
You want to tell him, or should I?
I think you should.
But you have to tell him that you found us on your own.
No. No, I'm not… No, why should I say that? No.
-I never called you. That's what you say. -No, no, no, that's not an option.
This is your doing. You want me to take the blame for what's happening
so he'll hate me?
-Please, Lucia, I'm begging you! -No!
I don't owe you a thing.
If you promise me you won't tell him I called,
you'll never see my face ever again.
Lucia.
Please.
Excuse me.
Excuse me!
-Hm? -Can I do it myself?
-Go ahead. -Thanks.
That'll do.
Here.
-Everything okay? -Yes.
-Shampoo and blow-dry, right? -That's right, yes.
Thirty euros, please.
NOW HIRING EXPERIENCED STAFF
-Here you are. Goodbye, see you soon. -Thanks. Goodbye, see you.
MY FAMILY
Your boyfriend likes to sleep in, huh?
Yeah, right. He got up at 5:00 in the morning.
He's going around Rome, doing God knows what.
Look, if it'd been up to me, I wouldn't have come back so soon.
I only did it for the boys because I'm very worried.
Of course.
What do you think?
Maria, you know, their mom was trying to flee with Libero, without permission.
They stopped her at the airport.
So now she's not allowed to see them anymore.
Mm.
What do you mean, "Mm"?
Nothing, that's not really what happened.
But… forget about it.
No, no, I want to know what happened.
Demetrio, honestly, I'd rather talk to Lucia about it first.
All right.
How have you been?
Uh…
I'm fine, Maria.
I got a new house.
I even had a…
couple of…
situations.
-Oh. -Yeah.
More than one?
I mean, you know… let's not exaggerate.
-Let's just say… a couple of flings. -Oh?
-One and a half, I guess. -Oh.
Right.
Anyway, I'm sorry I couldn't help you guys out,
but, uh… I've been pretty happy these past few months, Demetrio.
And I really needed happiness to get over the death of Fausto.
Mm.
You even fell in love, right?
I mean, I can tell you're happy just by looking at you.
Well, you, too. You had a few situations.
All right, listen, Maria. Let's cut the bullshit, okay?
I sent you a voice message the other day, and I tried to tell you
how these months have been for me.
And you show up with some dude? Huh?
So, I'm gonna go to work,
you… you wait for… Pau, make him breakfast.
But let's not talk about this anymore, okay?
And that's fine. Everything's fine.
Goal!
-Hi. -Hello.
-I'm Libero's grandma. -Nice to meet you. Ludovica.
I'd like to… I'd like to see my grandson, if possible.
-Uh, he has lunch at school today. -Oh, that's right.
Can I offer you a coffee?
No, no, actually what I'd really like to know
is why my grandson is not allowed to call me like other children.
Of course he can call you.
-Every night, like all the others. -Okay, but he never does.
We can't force him to call you, right?
-Did he tell you why? Is he mad at me? -No, ma'am, don't worry about it.
Kids are like that in the beginning, they do drastic things.
So you wouldn't worry about it?
No, if anything, it's how children adjust to change.
-Uh, your name's…? -Ludovica.
Oh, you're what, 18 years old?
-I'm 24. -Great.
Listen, 24-year-old Miss Ludovica,
my grandson doesn't need to adjust to anything.
Actually, you're the one who needs to explain to him
that this situation is temporary.
-Mm-hmm. -Did I make myself clear?
-Yes, very clear. -Good.
So you know, Libero may not call, but you can come visit whenever you like.
Oh, really, Ludovica? Thanks!
-Bye. -Oh, fuck off.
What's going on?
Val, I'm talking to you.
Nothing here.
What's all this mess?
-Why did you go get your hair done? -Why are you wrecking the house?
I'm looking for the money Fausto hid
'cause I don't want to leave it in this house as long as this guy's around!
Here. I'll keep it safe. Don't worry about it.
My God, Valerio. Aren't you overreacting a little? Come on.
Did you forget this is the guy who sold the dalmatian you gave me
for my high school graduation?
-No, but please stop that. -He sold my dog.
Do you realize what he's capable of?
There it is.
Where's the rest?
I know.
Under the tiles in the bathroom.
Hey, Val.
-I gotta check. -I need a word with you.
This behavior of yours is upsetting the whole family.
It shows a lack of respect, and we won't tolerate it!
Okay? And don't forget this, I am your father.
There you go.
For 25 years, this guy's been treating me like I'm nothing,
like I'm a piece of trash.
Now he wants respect.
Go fuck yourself, man.
Huh? Mm?
Valerio, we need to talk about this calmly, okay?
Stay out of it.
Moving out of your own house like you did,
doesn't that seem extreme to you?
Mom, I won't come back until he's gone for good.
And honestly, I think you should leave too.
-Really? Why should I leave? -You've been fucking things up, Mom.
If you want to marry Sergio, then marry Sergio!
Have a nice life with Sergio!
If you want to be with that other guy, then do it!
You two can go live in Ercolano. Do whatever the hell you want!
We don't need you here!
So you're saying I should move out of my house?
-Your house? -Yes!
Are you paying the rent here?
That's what I thought.
-Hey, Valerio. -Hi, Maria.
-Is your mother home right now? -Yes, she's with my deadbeat dad.
-Wait, he hasn't left yet? -I wish! He's always there!
Maria! How are you, gorgeous? Mm!
Am I wrong, or you did you get a boob job?
Yeah, you're wrong. Where's Lucia?
Are you really gonna get married?
We're gonna have a gathering that Sergio's calling a wedding.
-That's all. It's not a big deal. -Oh.
-But you're happy, right? -Yeah, yeah, of course, yes.
Rumor has it you're in love too. Is there any truth to it?
Good for you, Maria.
What's going on in the house? What's all that mess?
Valerio blew a gasket.
He told me to leave, said that I'm no use to anyone here.
I can't talk any sense into him. Sometimes he scares me.
He may have a point, though, about Gaetano living here.
No, he hasn't been thinking straight since before Gaetano.
He wanted to handle the mess with Libero
and the group all by himself, and this is the result.
He even dragged Demetrio into this thing.
And I told Demetrio a thousand times to try and push back, but he didn't.
You and I need to deal with Libero ourselves.
Maria, I… I don't know what to do.
This morning, I went to ask for an explanation,
and they said he can call us every night, but he doesn't want to.
Then we have to insist.
We go there and stay there until he wants to talk to us.
And you gotta tell the truth.
No, Maria.
He needs to know what really happened with Sarah.
No, absolutely not.
If you won't do it, I will.
That's you again?
Sí, sí. Yes. I traveled for six years.
-Mm. -Indonesia, Mexico, Algeria.
Always by motorcycle?
-Sí, sí. Of course. All over the world. -Mm.
-Yeah. -Sorry, but how do you get by?
"Get by"?
Yeah, I mean… How do you… make money?
Ah, um… Well, I post three videos every week…
And I have muchos followers.
-"Followers." Mm-hmm. -Yes.
Then I met Maria, and… everything changed.
Oh, speaking of, Pau, you and Maria, how did you, uh… uh… find each other?
Well, I met her in a village in Chiapas.
-Okay. -In México.
There was a, um, a problem with the reservations,
and we had to share a room.
Yes. We stayed in the room seven days, and for seven days, we never went out.
You must have gone out to eat…
Well, no.
Well, she was the only one who managed to get me off my moto.
Because she's such a good… listener.
-Maria? -Sí. Maria.
Not many people ask you things like, "¿Cómo estás? You okay?"
You know?
-Excuse me. -Sí. Of course.
-Hello? -This is not okay, Demetrio!
It's not okay!
I'm at Lucia's house, and the situation is much worse than I thought.
And you are enabling it.
Enabling what?
What do you mean, "what"? The chaos around Libero!
I'm not enabling anything.
I genuinely think that Valerio is the best person to handle the situation.
Seriously, Demetrio?
Excuse me, but don't you have an opinion on all this?
-Of course I do. -What is it?
It'd be better if Libero lived in the house.
Then why don't you say that?
Because I'm not immediate family!
How many times do I have to tell you that?!
And neither are you!
What's that got to do with anything?
When will you get it through your head
that we have zero legal rights in this matter, huh?
We may not have the right to decide, but we shouldn't support their mistakes.
So go talk to Valerio and straighten him out.
No, I'm not talking to anybody.
I don't want to be dragged into this shit, this whole family feud.
I'll get all confused and anxious.
-No. -That's just typical!
You get to be the good guy, and I come across as a bitch.
And I bet you just love that.
No, listen to me! I never said that.
-Why do you twist my words? -Yes, you did. Hey, Demetrio.
You're pathetic.
-Oh, yeah? And you're the-- -Whatever.
If you put it that way, yes. If you put it-- Are you there? Hello?
She hung up.
That was Maria.
-Maria? -Yeah, Maria. Maria.
There are two versions of Maria. You should know.
There's a Maria who "escucha," listens to you,
and Maria who tells you to fuck off.
That was the one who listens to you. Hm.
Hey!
Jesus…
Not a word. I'm already having a bad day. Don't make it worse.
-Sergiolino, buddy. -Hey.
Hey! She's on edge. She's so on edge. Believe me…
-What do you think? -What do I think?
What do you think?
Well, it's not bad.
What about me?
How do I look? Huh?
-You look incredible! -Thank you, thank you.
My wife has never given me a compliment. Not once.
I'm not his wife.
Anyway, don't bother. He doesn't have the money to buy the suit.
So what should I do about the suit, Lucia?
Well, Sergio… Um, I mean… It's fine, I guess.
Are you sure? Because if you're not, I'll try on another one. Not a problem.
Another? This is the fourth one you've put on.
Well you're not convinced. What's wrong? Is it the cut, the fabric?
-What… -No, it's not about the fabric.
It's about, uh…
It's your body shape, Sergio. I don't know…
It all just seems to hang off you.
You look like a barrel, Sergio.
Now I've hurt your feelings. I didn't mean to.
You called me a barrel. What's wrong with you?
Excuse me, excuse me. Sergio, listen…
What about a double-breasted suit, à ma manière?
"A mama"?
Manière, it's French, Sergio.
No, I don't think it's my style.
-No… -It's not his style, apparently.
I'm done. Enough. Who cares? It's not a real wedding.
What is it, a party? A dinner? Not even, it's just a coffee break!
What do you wear to that? Jeans and a shirt. That settles it!
You need to shut up. Jesus Christ! Shut up.
I'm sorry, I'll take the suit off in a sec.
But first I have something very important to say.
-Sergiolino? Can you hear me in there? -Yeah, I can hear you.
-I'll sign them. -Sign what?
The divorce papers.
It's the right thing to do.
I don't think we should be having this conversation now.
And I want to have this conversation right here, right now,
wearing a dapper, double-breasted suit.
All right?
You can get married now.
-Where's she going? -I think to have a smoke.
-Ah. -Thanks, Gaetano.
-Are you happy now? -Yes.
Thanks.
Ercole!
-How are you? -Good.
Jeez, Ercole, I've got so much to tell you,
and I want to hear what's going on with you!
Didn't I tell you to turn left back there, Lucia?
-There's less traffic on the side street. -Welcome back, Maria.
We must've moved ten inches in ten minutes.
-Really? -Mm. I'll stop now.
Right.
Are you leaving again soon?
Look, I just got back. Let's not talk about that now.
And I want you to meet Pau.
I've been talking constantly about you guys.
What's this?
I got this at the Reina Sofia, a museum in Madrid. Do you like it?
Mm.
Okay, you don't like it. It's fine.
Who will take these presents to Libero, though?
We'll go tonight.
The three of us, hm?
I don't want to go.
Ercole, we have to go so we can show Libero we didn't forget about him,
do you understand?
I think he's the one who forgot about us.
Don't say that, Ercole. It's not true. He misses all of us.
-Especially you. -I don't miss him anymore.
I don't want to hear it. You're coming, end of story.
No, I'm not! You go on your own! It's your fault he's not with us!
Ercole! How is it my fault?
He wanted to stay with Mom, but instead, you went and got him.
What are you--
No, Ercole! Come here! Get back in the car!
Ercole, it was the judge who decided he couldn't be with your mom.
Come back here.
-It wasn't my fault! -But you're happy they're not together.
-No, that's not true. Calm down. Come! -Yes, it's true!
Hey! That's a nasty thing to say. Don't you repeat that, or think it.
Why? What are you going to do? Control my mind?
No! Ercole! Ercole!
Ercole, stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop!
You almost killed me, you know?
Right here.
Let's go.
Let's get back in the car.
I be in denial
And I ain't gonna lie
All the thoughts that I have earned
All the beauty
Beauty, deeper heart
I'm the one
Breaking apart
I've already seen the world
I'm not just a little girl…
My God, Valerio! You scared the shit out of me!
I didn't hear you.
What are you doing?
Uh, you don't want to sleep in the bed, so…
It's not that I don't want to sleep in the bed.
I don't want to bother you, Valeria.
Give it a try.
Now?
Come on, try it.
Okay, I'll try.
Tell me how it is.
Light as a feather.
Does it still hurt?
Hmm?
No.
Doesn't hurt anymore.
Anyway… it's super comfortable.
-Thank you. -No sweat.
Bye, honey.
Uh, you're leaving?
Yeah, I have stuff to do. You stay with Grandpa, okay?
You'll be fine.
Take me back with you
Send me back to us
I'm always trapped, I'm always sad
I'm always
I've been things to lose
Even with my eyes closed
I can see you
It's a lovely day. Right, Mom?
That sun's incredible.
I miss you, Fausto.
It's all gonna work out, Mom.
All the words I say
Feel like they won't fade
All the love inside you rests
Believe that I'm still there
Ercole?
Don't ever leave me alone with him again.
I put the casserole in the oven.
He tried to steal my money. And also cheated at cards.
I was only kidding. Do you think I'd steal a kid's money?
Come on now!
You picked your cards right in front of me.
And he said nasty stuff about Uncle Valerio.
Why don't you tell her how you threw a glass at me?
-What did you say? -It wasn't that bad. Come on.
He said Uncle Valerio's a failure who hates us all.
"Frustrated." I said, "frustrated."
Excuse me, honey. Follow me.
-When I get back, we're gonna talk. -Come with me right now.
That kid threw a glass at me. He's got major issues.
You're not allowed to talk to the boy.
I talk to who I want and say what I think.
The boy doesn't need to hear all the things that go through your mind.
It's my job to protect that boy.
Look, Lucia, you grew up believing that no one should ever suffer.
But that's not how it works. In life, there is rage. There is trauma.
Huh? What can you do, huh?
I'm sorry, but you can't avoid those things, okay?
You know this isn't good for you, Lucia.
What isn't good for me? What the hell are you even talking about?
Do you really want to marry that poor sap, Sergio?
Hm?
Answer me.
Knock it off, now.
-Whatever. -Are you afraid of being alone?
Is that it?
Gaetano, I'm not the same woman you knew. I…
Yeah, I noticed that.
What happened to the woman I knew, Lucia?
Where is she?
You're a therapist now?
Give me a break, Gaetano!
Demetrio! Hey, come on, buddy!
We've been sitting here for forever! Come on, just spit it out!
-Um, for sure. -Yeah.
So… Valerio…
I, um…
I have to tell you that, uh…
We… uh… we were thinking, actually… that it's now time to go and bring Libero home.
-Who's "we"? I'm just wondering. -Me.
-You know. -Oh.
Maria.
-And your mom, Lucia, obviously. -I knew it.
You're all ganging up on me. Great.
-Great. -No.
-No, no, Valerio. -Yes, you're all three against me.
-No one's against you. -Yes, you are.
Each of us thought that on our own. We all happened to come to the conclusion.
Come on, Demetrio.
Maria came back, and you stopped thinking.
Do you even realize?
-No, Valerio, that's not it. -Yes, it is.
I can think for myself. And I was wrong to go along with you.
Why is everything always my fault, Demetrio?
It's exhausting. You wanna know the truth?
You believe that if you say Maria's right, she's gonna get back with you.
Get real. She's with the Spaniard now. Got it?
-Ercole? -Where are you, Uncle?
I'm with Uncle Demetrio.
Grandpa is crazy. I don't want to stay here anymore.
I knew it. Don't worry, I'll come get you tonight.
Okay, I'll be here.
-See you. -What's wrong?
What's wrong? You all started thinking for yourselves.
That's what's wrong.
My God…
I'm so anxious, I feel sick.
Try to smile.
All right.
Libero.
How are you?
Fine.
What did you do today?
We harvested vegetables from our garden, and then we cooked them.
You harvested vegetables and cooked them too?
How is it here? Made any friends?
Yeah, I really like it here. Every day we do something different.
Tomorrow we're going horseback riding.
Horseback riding, really?
I'd be terrified on a horse.
No wonder you love it here.
I'm so happy that you like it.
We all are.
But you know how it is at home.
-Everyone misses you so much. -Whose shoes are those, Libero?
-Giacomo's. He lent them to me. -What happened to your shoes?
In the wash. I got them all dirty.
Why didn't you tell me? I 'd have brought you another pair.
Oh, it's okay, we share everything here. There's no mine or yours.
-It's all ours. -A beautiful thing, right?
Sure, but, come on, you can't wear Giacomo's shoes.
That's nonsense.
Libero, tell us the truth.
You won't come home because you're mad at me, right?
A little bit.
Why?
You know why.
No, enough, Libero. It's not my fault.
All right…
I went to the restaurant because your mother asked me to.
-No, that's not true. -Libero, it is true.
I picked you up because your mother didn't want you anymore.
Do you understand?
And here you go. Now he hates me even more.
Oh, for God's sake…
Of course, Lucia.
You could've been a little more gentle.
I don't hate you.
So, you're gonna come live with Grandma?
No, I can't do that.
Not because I'm mad at you guys.
I'm staying here to force Mom to come and get me.
So I'm not going anywhere until she takes me with her.
-Hey. Got everything? -Yeah.
Grab your backpack.
Let's go, come on, come on.
Where are you going?
Ercole's staying with me until he leaves.
-Why is that? -I want to be with Uncle Valerio.
I don't want to live with that guy.
Told you. So don't argue. He's coming with me.
-Come on, let's go. -Hold on, Valerio.
This was bound to happen.
You knew it, but you insisted that asshole should stay here. Well done.
-Congratulations. Bye. -No, hey, please, wait.
Wait. Ercole, honey!
My God, seriously.
I can't take it.
I can't take it anymore…
Yes?
Ah. Did it open?
Mm-hmm.
Are you Valeria?
Valeria?
Valeria… Oh, uh…
Ercole, Valeria. Uh…
I didn't tell you, but… my nephew has to sleep with me tonight.
If that's not a problem.
No.
Uh… Gotta go. I'll be right back.
-All right. -Mm.
No.
I'm such an ass.
No, Ercole.
Just wait.
But it looks yummy.
Fine.
-Valeria, I'm sorry. I didn't realize-- -No, no. Look.
You don't need to say anything. Please.
I wish I could disappear under the rug, but it's fine. Hm?
Go ahead and eat. I'm gonna take a shower.
-Valeria. -Yeah?
You look really amazing.
So, when two parents separate,
in order to avoid traumatizing their children,
they should always try to maintain a certain level of civility.
In my house, of course, my parents did the exact opposite.
When they fought, it was always right in front of me.
They didn't spare me a single argument.
I'll be leaving tomorrow.
For example, I remember one day, my Mom made a list
of all of my Dad's lovers.
By the seventh one, she was so angry, she threw an orange against the wall.
From that day on, I never ate another orange.
My mom did this in front of me
and not my brother, because she thought
that the eldest child could handle anything,
while the youngest shouldn't be allowed to suffer.
SANTA… MY NAME IS FAUSTO
She always said the worst things straight to my face.
Things no one else had the guts to tell me.
She told me Santa Claus didn't exist when I was 5 years old.
Her honesty shattered me countless times.
Fausto, I've gotta tell you something.
Mom, if it's sad, I don't want to hear it.
No. I've thought about it a lot, and… given the situation,
I don't want anything left unsaid between us.
What things left unsaid? What situation? What's this about?
Mom, please, spit it out.
Valerio isn't Gaetano's son.
-You're messing with me, right? -No, it's true, Fausto. It's true.
I really need to talk to someone.
I… I've been carrying this too many years. I can't take it anymore.
Your dad cheated on me so many times.
I only cheated once, and fate punished me.
-Okay. Enough. -Why was I punished like that?
-I don't want to know, Mom. -No, Fausto! No!
-No! I need to talk. -Whatever.
-And it has to be me. -Yes, it has to be you.
-All right, shoot. -Valerio's real dad was a steel worker.
-I'm glad to know that. -Yeah.
Very handsome.
But it was just a one-night thing, and that was it… I, uh…
-I never saw that guy again. It wasn't-- -Do you realize this isn't how this works?
It's the person who's about to die who clears his conscience.
Not the mom of the… the guy who's dying.
All right, fine. I'm done. That's all. Hmm?
What do you think I should do?
What do you mean, Mom? There's nothing you can do.
-It's too late. -I shouldn't tell him?
-Tell who? -Well, Valerio.
Have you lost your mind? It would crush him!
If you tell him, he'll kill himself, Mom! Come on.
Jesus Christ, really, sometimes…
Fausto, be honest, what do you think of me?
Well, Mom, first of all, with two parents like you, it's a miracle
that Valerio and I turned out as good as we did.
Just for context, but let's not talk about this.
That said, what I can tell you is that it's impossible to hate you.
I don't know why,
but whatever you were doing, even when it's wrong,
somehow, people can't help but to love you anyway.
I don't know what it is. Maybe it's magic.
I don't know.
-Mom. -Hm?
Get me a slice of cake from the fridge?
Oh, go fuck yourself, Fausto.
-Good morning. -Good morning, ma'am.
-Excuse me, are you still hiring? -Yes.
I brought my résumé. Here.
As you can see, I used to own a salon… in Ercolano, right next to Naples. works?