Having to raise kids during my illness has two consequences.
The first one is helping me get through this period, which has been shit.
Dad! Hurry up! It's starting!
All right, Ercole! The boss is calling.
Marco, I have witnessed your incredible feats.
Daddy's here.
See, every time dark thoughts creep in,
my kids notice and make me do fun stuff.
Like eating popcorn.
Hey! He'll choke on that. He'll choke.
Take it from me, if you're about to die,
fill your house with children and popcorn.
MY FAMILY
Demetrio, thanks for coming with me.
I appreciate it. Really.
If you're having second thoughts and want to go…
-No. -No, I promise I'd understand.
No, no. It's not that.
What is it, then?
The baby's not mine.
There's no way I'm the father.
But why not?
Well…
Because I'm sterile. I've known since I was 17.
Why didn't you say so before?
I wanted you to feel guilty, Maria.
Maria.
I'm sorry.
It's better this way.
At least now it's all sorted out.
Maria?
Are you ready?
-Are you the father? -No. He's sterile.
-Well… -No need to get offended.
Everything looks good.
The measurement's within range. The fetus has attached well.
It's well positioned, Maria.
I'll let you listen to the heartbeat.
Here you are.
Demetrio, do you hear it?
Uh, yeah.
Wow.
Let's start with something simple.
I'll show you a step, and you try to copy me.
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four…
-Five. Let's speed it up, okay? -Whoa.
One, two, three, and four, five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
-No way. I can't. -One, two, three. What?
I'll never get it.
Do me a favor. Don't judge yourself. Do whatever comes naturally.
But nothing comes naturally. I can't do it, Valeria!
How about this? I'll put on some music, hmm?
I'll stand here.
Hands on my hips.
Five, six, seven, and…
One, two, three, oh…
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
One, two, three, four.
Feel the energy? Hmm?
I don't feel anything at all.
Hm. Well, honestly, you are a bit blocked. That's true.
Then I give up, Valeria.
-Hey, come on. We just started. -No, no, no. I can't do it. I can't do it.
Valerio, you have to dance for yourself. Not for anyone else.
I don't dance because I can't dance to save my life.
It's as simple as that, actually.
How about we try again tomorrow, huh?
Today's just not my day.
Careful, Daddy's gonna give you a big push, and off you go. Ready?
And. Go, go, go, go, go, buddy! That's it! Don't stop! Go! Keep going.
Keep… Great job!
Don't look down. Pedal!
Good job, buddy. You're doing great!
Step to the ball sooner.
Can you picture me as a mom?
Who cares what I think? I don't have to picture it. You do.
But I don't have any maternal instincts.
What does "maternal instinct" even mean, Maria?
Look at me. I had two kids, and I stayed exactly the same.
One day I'd be crying with happiness,
and the next, I wanted to drop them off at the orphanage.
Come on, Ercole.
You know there was a possibility that the baby was Demetrio's?
It was a possibility?
-It doesn't matter anymore, because-- -Right.
Well, I mean, forget it. It was just a thought.
Anyway, we know it's not his, so… It's not his.
I just liked the idea that Demetrio could be the father.
I thought it'd be a beautiful thing.
Eyes on the ball!
Tell me, Maria. What is it you want from life?
-Nice. Well done. -Did Pau just leave, or did you break up?
Do you love the Spaniard, yes or no?
Ugh, Lucia, why do you have to be so aggressive?
I'm not aggressive.
Well, what I'm trying to explain is that I'm confused right now.
It's all good. Everything's good. Pau and I are fine.
I'm excited to have a child with him.
-Hit it! -I'll be fine, all right?
-Come on, focus. -He can't hit that fucking ball.
You understand, right?
I've got this deep yearning inside. I can't really explain it.
Even though I know I'm not the father, I feel super virile!
That's funny. I always thought you were gay.
Seriously?
-Yeah. -What?
-Gaetano. -Yeah?
Do you think that a guy who was sterile as a teen
could become fertile as an adult?
-Demetrio. -Yes?
Be honest with me.
This morning, did you take care of… your business?
What?
How long has it been since you last…?
I don't know. I'd say… ten days.
-Well, then, you're good to go. -Go for what?
For the fertility test. Let's go.
The cart!
On the Internet, it says the sperm
must be brought to the lab within 20 minutes.
That's not much time, eh, Demetrio?
Get movin'. And it also says that… Ah, listen, this is important.
It needs to be kept close to the body to maintain the right temperature.
"We suggest keeping it under your armpit or between your legs." Okay?
Did you hear what I said, Demetrio? Ah.
Are you done?
-No. I'm not. -What's the problem?
Gaetano, I can't focus with you talking. Go away. I need some privacy.
Oh for Christ's sake.
I will never understand all these inhibitions.
These days, everyone's so blocked.
-Gaetano! Gaetano! -Yeah? What?
-I did it! -Ah. Amazing! Bravo.
Okay, hurry. We've only got 20 minutes. Let's go.
-You're driving, right? -No, you know the streets better.
-Come on. -But…
Let's go.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. What is it now? What's wrong?
Gaetano, either I drive, or I hold the jar.
Fine. I'll hold the jar. I'm not fussy like you.
Hey, congratulations.
-Yeah? -Yeah. Come on. Let's go.
Get in, Gaetano!
As I was saying, having two kids by your side while facing an illness
can sometimes be an advantage.
But other times, it makes everything much harder and heavier.
I've only talked about this with Demetrio, though.
-No… -What?
Damn it. The elevator's stuck.
-What do you mean, "stuck"? -Well…
-We're not moving? -Yeah.
Hey, hey. Push that button. Call them. Do something.
Are they answering?
Who would answer, man? It's not a phone. It's an alarm.
-Anybody there? -I don't have any signal. What about you?
No, I don't either.
-Demetrio, I can't breathe. -Just stay calm, Fausto.
No, don't tell me to stay calm. Do something. A button, anything.
Getting upset only makes it worse.
Yeah, but I can't breathe. There's no air in here.
-Dude-- -Help, please!
Can you hear us? We're stuck in here! Help us!
Hey! Fausto! Fausto!
Listen to me, Fausto. Oh! Oh!
-Okay? Sit down. -Yeah.
Sit down. All right.
Oh. We're inside a hospital. Nothing bad can happen.
We just have to wait a few minutes, and they'll come free us.
That's good. Just breathe.
Great. Great.
-Hey, man… -Hmm?
I'm not afraid of dying. I couldn't care less. I swear.
I wouldn't stress out if I were alone. But I'm thinking about the boys.
The boys mess up every single thing.
The… the thought of… leaving them on their own…
Make it feel like I disappeared.
I mean…
It's devastating.
It's better to just be alone.
Without children, there's no one else who has to suffer
because you're not there anymore.
Alone. Alone.
Well, honestly, I don't really agree with you on that, Fausto.
You know what I envy most about you?
All the time you've spent with Ercole and with Libero.
Nothing matters more than that.
Being alone is better? No freakin' way.
Being alone sucks, man.
Loneliness is a real bitch.
If it were up to me, I'd have four or five kids.
-Oh. -Nice.
-It's working. -Yep.
It's working!
Jesus, Fausto. Did you piss yourself?
-No! No, I actually shit myself. -You did? Nice.
Dude, you went white as a ghost.
Bye.
Ah.
So? How'd it go?
-I'll get results the day after tomorrow. -Okay.
They told me it's practically impossible for the result to be different now.
Saying I'm not sterile all of a sudden. It'd mean they got it wrong.
Yeah, but we can't rule it out, can we? Huh?
-You know what the worst part is, Gaetano? -What?
Now that idea got inside my head, I really wish that baby was mine.
Having a child was the most intense feeling of my life.
But you know I also lost one.
Since Fausto passed away,
I basically feel as if someone cut off my arm.
-Mm. -But you have the other arm.
You still have another son.
-Let's go. Come on. -Let's go.
You don't think it matters? I want to know the baby's gender.
Fine. All right. I'll call you tomorrow.
I miss you too, Pau.
Maria.
You can't dry your hair when the dishwasher's running.
-It'll trip the breaker. -Please? I'll be fast.
Yeah.
And by the way, tonight you're sleeping with me.
It's not right that you're still on the couch.
You're so pretty, Maria.
What did you say?
Won't Pau get a little jealous if I sleep with you?
No, he won't.
-I knew it. -Oh, I'm so sorry.
Just tell me where the breaker is, and I'll go.
Hey, so, why isn't he jealous?
How should I know? I don't know… Because…
Maybe he trusts me, or maybe Catalan guys aren't the jealous type.
Or because we're friends. Where's the circuit breaker?
No, you know why Pau isn't jealous, in my opinion?
Because I'm not even on his radar.
It's like I don't count, you know? He doesn't see me as a rival.
Someone who could be a threat to him. Know what I mean?
What are you talking about? "A threat"?
Never mind, it's…
It's just talk…
…from a guy who's… insecure
and is gonna flip the breaker switch and turn off the dishwasher.
Jesus Christ.
Uh, ma'am? I'm sorry. I… I'll be back in a minute.
-Sure. -I'm really sorry.
Hi. I need to talk to Mrs. Lucia. Uh, Lucia! Lucia, listen to me, please.
I couldn't sleep a wink last night. I need to talk to you.
-Gaetano, I'm working. -Ah. But I'm suffering, Lucia.
You gotta hear me out.
I have to tell Valerio the truth.
Huh? Sorry, ma'am. This is a delicate, private matter.
Isn't there a better time to talk about this, Gaetano?
I missed too many opportunities, but now I'm here.
I'm right here in front of you!
How many chances does one person get in life, Lucia?! How many?!
This is my chance, Lucia!
-This is it. -Excuse me, ma'am.
Huh?
Can't you see I'm working? I'm still on probation.
-Right. -Want to get me fired?
Listen to me. I can't get on with my life unless I tell Valerio the truth.
No! The truth is not yours to tell, Gaetano, okay?
-Oh, no? -No.
You cheated on me many times, in case you forgot.
-Well, so did you, Lucia. -So don't come talking about the truth.
Because you're the last person in the world who can talk about it.
But you agree something needs to be cleared up between me and Val?
Gaetano, there are three ways to clear up the situation.
Oh, yeah?
Either you tell him you're not his dad, which would crush him,
or you can just be his dad.
But that means showing him some real love.
Mm.
And, uh, what's the third way?
You leave, like you always do.
-Hm. -Oh God. It's Libero.
Libero, honey. Everything okay?
-What's going on? -Shh, shh, shh!
-No, uh… I can't right now. I'm working. -Hey. I'm here. Give me the phone.
Uh, Libero. It's Gaetano.
I'll come get you. Don't worry. We, uh… We'll do something fun.
No worries. Bye, Libero. Bye.
I'll go get him.
Are you sure?
Yes. I'm sure. Don't worry about it.
-Ercole, tell me. How'd your test go? -Uh, great. I aced it.
Well done, bud! See?
It makes a difference when you study with me! Good job.
What? Hey! Hey!
All right. Hop in. Come on.
Does Valerio know you stole his van?
Uncle Valerio has the day off. He doesn't need the van.
-Why aren't you at school? -I got permission from the counselor.
Okay, guys. You talk too much.
We're gonna miss the horses. Come on. Hop in.
-Casanova? -Yeah. Casanova, my ass.
No, it's the name of the damn horse. Look alive, Demetrio.
-Casanova to win. Five euros. Do it. -Can we bet on Arancino, 17?
I love that name.
-Fine. -Yeah. Me too. I really like it.
You love it. Hold on. Let's change that.
Ten on Arancino to win. Five on Casanova to place, okay?
-Let's go. -Good morning.
-Um… What was it?
Casanova to place, and Arancino to win!
Come on, man.
-Arancino, yeah! -Come on! Come on!
Faster! Faster!
-Come on, Arancino! Go! -Go!
-Come on! -Yeah!
Come on!
Bravo!
We won!
Yes!
-So, 100, 200, 350. -Oh my God.
God. We killed it, right? So that's 50 for Ercole.
Keep it in your front pocket.
And 50 for Libero. 150 for me. Yeah?
What about Demetrio? How much does he get?
-Right. -No, that's not necessary.
-You're the ones who placed the bets. -Demetrio, you brought us good luck.
-I can't accept it, Gaetano. Come on. -Hey. Shut up and take the money.
-Take it. -All right.
Right.
-We're coming back tomorrow, right? -No, no.
You can easily lose your head betting on horses.
I know from personal experience. Forget it.
-Do you mind if we go see the horses? -Yeah. Go ahead.
-Let's go. -Right.
And don't stand behind them, or they'll kick your ass.
This is the most fun they've had in a long time, you know?
Yeah, well, I think I could've been an outstanding dad, really.
You're a lot like Fausto. That's why I've always loved you, Gaetano.
Could you tell me something that I don't know about my son?
What do you wanna know?
Anything you think of.
One time, I…
It was toward the end with Fausto.
I could see he was a little on edge,
so I asked him, "Fausto, why are you so nervous?"
He smiled and said, "Why do you think? Because it's my first time dying."
-Where to now? -Yeah, what should we do next?
Uh, sorry. I have to go in half an hour.
So soon?
What, are you in jail? Huh?
-Okay, fine. Here, you drive. -What are you doing?
-Don't know how? -No.
No? At his age, I was already racing rally cars.
-Co-driver, then driver. -You kidding?
Who knows. Anything's possible with your grandpa.
What? You think I'm bullshitting? Okay, fine. I'll show you. Come with me.
If you have a weak stomach, you need to get out now.
Can't puke on Uncle Valerio's floor mats. It's his work van.
You don't have to worry, guys. Grandpa's only kidding, okay?
-Right? Gaetano, put your seat belt on. -You guys ready?
-Ready for what? -I said, "You all ready?"
-For what? -What am I supposed to say?
Gaetano! No! Gaetano, no!
No, Gaetano! Wait!
Gaetano! Wait! Hold on!
Gaetano!
Hey, mister, can you tell me
Where a man might find a bed?
-I don't want to die! -He just grinned and shook my hand
-Gaetano! No, Gaetano! Stop! Oh my God! -And "no" is all he said
Take a load off, Fanny
Hang on!
Gaetano!
And you put the load right on me
Oh!
I knew it, Gaetano. Oh gosh. We're screwed.
Relax. It's all good. I know those guys.
-How you doing, officer? -Turn off the engine, please.
-Yes, of course. -License and registration.
-Yes. Right away. -I told you to slow down.
Uh, you know what? Uh…
We were just out for… …a little joyride. Uh, and that's all.
'Cause we just found out that my grandson,
that's the older one in the back, was selected for Wimbledon 14 & Under.
-What are you talking about? -Here. Here's that registration.
Sir, there are minors in the back seat. What's wrong with you?
No, nothing wrong here. Everything's in order.
-Oh, but the van's not mine. -Really?
No. No, no, no, no. Is something wrong with the papers?
What the fuck does she want?
-Shut your shit. -Right.
-What? -Nothing.
Ta, ta-ta.
You need to be loose, sinuous, nimble.
If you bounce, it helps you soften up, you know?
Ta.
-Uh… -Demetrio.
-All we needed was the phone. -What?
Uh, can you repeat that?
-That's a 173-euro fine. -All right.
-And your license suspended! -You're all so arrogant here!
I'm this close to arresting you for insulting an officer of the law!
You think you're hot shit 'cause you're wearing that uniform?
Hey! Now, you listen! Behave yourself, sir!
Thanks. Excuse me!
-Of course, you're arrogant-- -Excuse me!
-The van is mine. It's my van, officer. -No, the van's impounded.
Impounded? Why?
Because the person you lent it to wanted to play a race car driver!
No! That's not what happened. He stole my car.
-This man stole it. I didn't lend it! -Look. Hold on a second.
-We're father and son. Same blood. -Stay quiet.
It can't be theft, technically.
-He's a liar. Don't listen. Look. -It doesn't work that way.
If you take away my car right now, impound it, the damage would be enormous.
-I'm begging you. -Look, I'm sorry.
It's out of my hands! Take it up with your father!
Why do you have to ruin my life, huh?
Why did you take my car? What did I do to deserve that?
-Tell it to Miss Rottenmeier, over here. -What did I do to you?
-Hey. I understand this is tough. -Please, officer.
But he needs his car for work.
Could you let it go so he doesn't lose his car?
Listen, I'm really sorry. Unfortunately, that's the law--
-Who is she? -I don't know, Gaetano.
-Who are you? -Can't you see your son's in pain?
Do we know each other? Who do you think you are?
Will you please stop behaving this way?
Honestly, it is so typical, I almost want to laugh!
I told you. They're all the same. It's their fault.
-Excuse me? -Yes, because you…
You, like all the other shitty fucking fathers,
you fuck up, and then you act all high and mighty.
-High and mighty? -Yeah, but your son's emotionally stunted!
-The kid's a pressure cooker! -Miss…
And you always have to make the situation worse!
He came to live with me because of you!
Because you showed up! Why don't you do him a favor and leave?!
-Whoa! Calm down, lady. -Why don't you just arrest him?!
I don't have the authority.
Will you take this poor creature away already?
-Please! Enough! -A poor creature?! You're a loser!
There are kids here! Not in front of the kids!
Listen to me! Let's do this! I'm going to forget about the fine.
-There you go. -Keep your van.
-You have bigger problems to sort out. -Thank you.
-All right. -Thank you.
-All right. I'm not shaking your hand! -Let's shake--
-Go! Before I change my mind! -Get in!
-Gaetano, we have to go. -I'd like to say--
-Go away! -We have to go. Get in the back now.
Get in. Let's go. Go!
I'll see you at home!
Hey.
-Did you drop them at the house? -Yeah.
Listen, I'm sorry about earlier.
I went overboard. I said things I probably had no right to say--
Thank you.
-Everything okay? -Yeah.
Let me change, and we can go practice. Hm?
-Now? -When else?
Like you said. Anytime's a good time.
I can do evenings and mornings before I go to work.
-Come on. Get moving. -Yes.
-Valeria. -Yes?
I'll get over it.
I don't know how, but I'll get over my block.
Because you're right.
You have to give and take everything you can.
Otherwise, what kind of life is this?
My brother kept saying that too.
"Dance, Valerio. Dance."
One, two, three, four. One, two, three.
One, two, three, four…
One, two, three, four, five, six.
-Tango step now… -And…
Two, three, four. Slow.
Seven, eight, and one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…
One, two, three, four, five, six. Get ready! And go!
Oh! Sorry, sorry!
What are we doing?
-I need a lift up in the air. -Mm-hmm.
You have to do what you just did to lift me up. Okay?
You have to go that way, and I pull this way.
-Got it! -Got it? Show me. Just like this. Show me.
Oh, that's it. Good.
Go!
Oh no, damn it. Damn it! Oh, fuck!
Hey.
-Sorry. Did you get hurt? Sorry. -That hurts, actually.
Oh. Let's do this!
In order to lift me, you have to squat.
When you squat, I climb up on your shoulders, then comes the lift.
-Weren't you gonna do all the work? -Well, I need to use your energy to go up.
-You were supposed to do everything. -Yeah.
-Come on. -Let's do it.
-Focused? I'm asking. -With the squat.
-Yes! -Look forward if you are.
I am looking forward!
Three, two, one…
Yeah!
-Turn around! -That's right! Holy shit!
-Yeah! -Turn around!
-Which way? -Do it.
-The other way! -All right, okay.
-Slow down! No! Slow down! -Shh!
That's better.
Okay.
Ercole's finally asleep. I'm going to bed too.
God.
-What's going on with you? -I need to quit.
I'm like an elephant, Lucia.
I… I stomp around and knock things over.
Yes, that's true. You're an elephant.
But elephants are clumsy, not mean-spirited.
Mm.
Who's this now?
-Libero. -Huh?
Hello, honey. You okay?
Hey, Grandma. Is Gaetano there?
-Yeah, Gaetano's here. -Hmm?
-Wait, I don't-- -Can I talk to him for a sec?
I'll put him on. Hm?
Hey. Uh, Libero, you're on speakerphone.
I'm having a hard time falling asleep.
Oh. Uh, yeah, me too.
Uh, listen, Libero…
Why don't you come and live in the house?
Can you tell me a bedtime story to help me fall asleep?
A bedtime story?
Uh, I don't know any of those fairy tales, Libero. Uh…
-If you want, I can tell you a true story. -Sounds good.
Uh, all right, let's see… uh…
Once upon a time… there was… a dog! That's right, a dog.
His name was Tom.
-Tom, yes. -He was a Doberman.
And your dad, he was very attached to that dog.
-Was it the black one? -Yes, the black dog. Exactly!
One day, we woke up and Tom… was gone. Gone, nowhere to be found.
We looked for him everywhere, but he just vanished.
A few months went by, we… we, um… we went to the beach,
and… and one morning, I… I woke up early, got out of the tent,
and… what do I see outside the campground?
It was a dog. Yeah. A black dog.
A Doberman.
I said, "Hey, that's Tom."
-Was it really him? -Well, I think it was him.
I don't think so.
Uh, Grandma says it wasn't him, but… I believe it was.
And how does the story end?
Well, it ends with us bringing him back. We took him home.
After a few months…
…Tom attacked Grandma and bit her hand.
That's when I realized that it couldn't be Tom.
Because Tom would never have bitten Grandma's hand.
-So what happened to that dog, in the end? -Oh, I took him to the shelter.
-No, Gaetano! Don't say… God, you're such… -Yes, the shelter.
I had to. That dog bit Grandma's hand. We couldn't keep it.
I told you, I… I don't know any fairy tales.
I just don't.
True stories don't always have a happy ending.
Sometimes the truth can be sad.
Yeah, you're right. I actually don't like those stories.
The ones with a happy ending. I think they're fake anyway.
Dad used to say that too.
"Dad used to say that too."
As a matter of fact, your dad really liked that story.
Thank you. Have a good night.
Good night, Libero.
-Uh, let's smoke a cigarette, shall we? -Yeah, let's.
You tell me, ma'am.
This week I have an opening on Tuesday at 4:00 p.m.
or Wednesday at 10:00 a.m.
Good morning.
No, unfortunately, Wednesday at 11:00 is full.
Excuse me. I'm here to pick up test results.
-Wait over there, please, sir. -Thanks.
Yo.
-Yo. -You good?
Yeah.
You are very scared.
No, I'm not scared. I'm just nervous.
Hmm.
Because you like the idea of having children, Demetrio.
Yeah.
Then let's breathe together.
-I'm already breathing, dude. -No, no. Breathe deeper.
And now let's close our eyes.
Close your eyes. Close your eyes.
Keep going, Demetrio. Do not stop, Demetrio. Keep going.
Sir?
Excuse me?
Are you Mr. Demetrio Nasta?
-Ah, yes. -Your results.
Yes! Yes. Yes.
Yes. Yes!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah!
Maria! Maria! Maria!
-Maria! Maria, I've got amazing news! -What's going on?
I'm not sterile!
It's a scientific fact! I'm not sterile. I…
-And now? -Now?
I'm able to have a baby, Maria.
I'm so happy, I… I… Maria…
All the words I say
Feel like they won't fade
All the love inside you rests
Believe that I'm still there