I do take after my dad.
And just like him, I've fucked up so many times in my life.
But if you manage to at least do one thing and get it right,
then everyone forgets all the bad stuff.
-Are you Mr. Ciaramitano? -Yes. Here I am.
-Pleasure. -Likewise.
Libero was adamant about having you come get him.
-Uh… -Glad to hear it.
-Not on the floor, please. -No, no, no.
Oh my God, sorry! No, of course, I'll pick it up. Look.
I assure you that at home we're all committed to saving the planet.
-Libero knows it. We use electric. -That's great.
-The judge gave approval for Libero to go. -Yeah.
Now we're just waiting on the decree, so…
We'll check in next week to see how everything's going.
Sure, that's fine. But we can leave now?
Yeah, absolutely. Ah! Well, then.
-Nice to meet you. Bye. -Thank you. Say bye.
-Thank you. -Let's go.
-All right. -Why are you so nervous?
What are you talking about, Libero? I'm excited. I'm not nervous.
-But why? -What do you mean?
'Cause I'm getting you outta here, kid.
I'm taking you home. Huh? Give me a kiss.
Let's go. Come on.
You wanna drive?
-He with you? -Yes, he's here with me.
-Yeah. We're on our way. -How does he seem?
-Listen, I can't talk, I'm driving. Okay? -Okay.
-On our way. Bye. -Okay. Hurry. Bye.
Jesus.
I guess she's also nervous.
Ooh, you know how she can be.
Can you tell her I don't want to make a big deal about all this?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I'll tell her, for sure.
I just don't want to hear about
how much they all missed me now that I'm back home.
You're right. There's no need to make it a thing, and…
And I don't really want to show them how I feel.
You know, it's okay to feel the way you do.
Although I gotta tell you this.
Saying how you're really feeling can be good, you know?
It's good for you to say it, and it's good for the other person to hear it.
It's just three little words. "I missed you."
It feels good to hear that, that someone missed you.
Libero, I got a question.
Why'd you ask for me to come and get you?
I'm curious.
Because I knew that you wouldn't make this whole thing into such a big deal.
Yeah! You see? Gimme five, kid.
Oh man, oh man.
Hey. Hold on. Hold it. Stop right there. Stop right there.
He's happy to be home, but he has certain conditions, okay?
Don't make it a big fuss. You hear me?
-You understand? -All right.
-Low-key. -Yeah, fine.
Can we at least give him a hug?
Let me ask him.
-How about a hug? -He has to ask?
Okay, got that. Let's go.
Here we are.
Hey, Libero.
Hey.
Well, but can we give you one hug at least?
You get one hug. But all together, so it's just one.
-Okay. -All right.
-Shall we? -Hold on.
-Okay. -Yeah?
-I missed you guys. -Buddy.
Oh, Libero!
-We missed you. -Welcome back! Get in here.
Come over here, kid.
I'm so happy.
-Oh man. -Did you get taller?
We're so happy you're back.
-Come here. -Get in here.
-We missed you so much. -My goodness.
Come here.
MY FAMILY
Hey.
I'll get my stuff out the way.
You slept on top, then?
Yeah. But I swear I didn't touch your stuff.
I believe you.
I'm really happy you're back.
Libero, hon, what shall we have for dinner?
Um, how about some pasta with tuna?
Pasta with tuna? Should we have Gaetano cook it since he makes it better?
Yeah.
-You're not gonna ask me? I want chicken. -No, we're only making one dish.
Why does Libero get to choose what we eat?
Ercole, let your brother decide, all right?
She's acting this way 'cause she's afraid you'll leave again.
I'm not going anywhere.
What did you say?
I said you shouldn't be worried about that.
It's not ever gonna happen.
Not even if we have a fight or if your cooking stinks.
Honey, what a wonderful thing to hear.
Hey.
Are you going to leave again?
Not now, no.
I have to sort out some stuff first.
Listen, did you tell Pau about the situation?
No.
What are you waiting for?
I really try and think things through.
I sit down every morning, and I make a list of priorities.
Should I take the DNA test with you first or with Pau?
Should I first talk to Pau?
And then my brain gets so confused, nothing makes sense.
I get anxious and put it off.
Are you still in love with him?
Because I think the first priority is understanding if you love him.
Have I ever told you what I do
when I get anxious and can't decide what to do?
-No. -I haven't?
I pretend I'm a submarine.
A submarine? What do you mean?
-I seriously never told you? -No.
Well, you gotta pretend like you're a submarine.
I do it with a sheet, so like, I make a small tent.
When I'm inside the submarine, I don't think about anything.
Because I'm underwater.
It's all dark and muffled. And no one can see me, you know?
And from there, I can procrastinate and don't feel bad about it.
All right, show me this submarine, then. Let me see what it's like.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard the Who Gives a Shit submarine."
That's a great name.
"We'd like to remind passengers to avoid thinking
about problems, worries, and anxieties, and…"
"…to not give a shit about anyone or anything."
"Have a great trip."
It feels nice to board the Who Gives a Shit with you.
It does?
-Night, Ercole. -Good night.
If you want, you can sleep here with me.
Seriously?
Yeah, but with your head by my feet.
Okay, now good night for real.
Good night.
Mm. What is it?
Nothing, I was just wonderin'.
I did manage to fix some things, right?
Considering all the mess you left behind, yes, you did fix some things.
Mm. Not all of it.
Of course not, no.
It would take four lives to sort out the messes you made, Gaetano.
Yeah, well…
-I guess I'll make do. -Hm.
Gaetano, I'm actually grateful to you, and that is a huge achievement in itself.
Hmm.
You still like me?
-I never liked you. -Ha!
Did you really believe we could get back together, me and you?
-No. -Ah. I'm relieved to hear it.
Because it shows you're not an absolute moron.
I guess it's time for me to leave.
Hm. You wanna go?
Well…
Right, well, there's not enough room here for everyone anyway.
Right.
-Gaetano. -Hmm?
Come back when you want.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Thanks.
Yeah, because there's still one more thing I need to fix.
No, listen, I thought about it,
and it's a really bad idea to speak to Valerio about all that.
But if you think that…
If it might fix things between you two, I don't know.
What can I tell you? We can talk about it.
Yeah?
Six, seven, eight.
Careful.
Hurry up!
Mark it!
Isolations. One, two, three, four, five. One, two.
Bam!
You lost your balance a bit.
Mind your feet.
-They were right. -No.
Ow. No.
Ah, bravo! Oh my! Bravo!
-What? Why are you here? -Hey.
-Yeah? -I wanted to speak, when you get a minute.
You gotta talk right now? You can't wait until we're done?
-Yes, of course. -Great.
I'll just wait downstairs.
Steps work in opposite directions. When you open, then you have to close.
-You can take the next step. -Can we take break?
-Yeah. -Thanks.
Hey, sorry I interrupted you back there. I didn't…
It doesn't matter.
I'm helping Valeria because I owe her a favor.
I can't wait for this charade to be done with.
What "charade"? Hey! You dance pretty well.
I used to dance too in my youth. Let's say I got a sense of rhythm.
I obviously passed it down to you.
What do you want?
I leave tomorrow.
So you can come back to the house.
What did Mom say?
Hm.
Mom says she can't wait to have you back again.
Good.
And I wanted to apologize.
That whole bizarre situation the other day with the van, I'm embarrassed.
It's just, when I see cops, I lose my mind, you know?
So you came all the way here just for that?
No, I also wanted to apologize for, well…
…being a lousy father… all this time.
Yeah.
Something your friend so openly pointed out the other day, and…
…and it's true.
Is that it?
Well, you think it's easy to say sorry to your own son? Hm?
Can we go back now?
Yeah. Yeah, I was about to leave.
I also wanted to, uh… I wanted to say something, uh, to you, uh…
Valeria. My name's Valeria.
I know you despise me.
But the feeling's not mutual.
I really do like you, Valeria.
-You're a good person. -Hmm?
Good to know.
-Thanks. -Welcome.
I'm going.
Hey. What'd he want?
He's leaving tomorrow.
So I can go home.
Should we practice?
-What? -Let's practice.
-Yeah. -C'mon.
Mm.
One second!
Hola.
-Hi. -Hello.
Hello.
When did you get here?
Um…
May I come in, por favor?
-Of course, yes. -Thanks.
Everything okay?
Yeah. I'm just a little surprised.
That's the idea.
I wanted it to be a surprise.
Do you know what this feels like, Maria?
One of those bad movies where the lover is behind a door or something.
Listen, uh… I have to tell you something.
It's written all over your face. What is it?
Can I take off my stuff and quickly go to the bathroom first, por favor?
No.
Why not?
That way, if you get on my nerves, then you can get up and go right away.
I don't want to get on your nerves.
Maria, all I can focus on at this moment is what lies ahead.
For the three of us.
Even if you didn't say anything, I get it, I do.
I know you don't wanna leave.
That you changed your mind.
Your world is here.
But there's nothing of my life in this place.
We don't need… to compromise.
That's not gonna fix anything.
But that makes it even more difficult.
'Cause one of us has to give everything up.
I don't know what the fuck to do.
That's all.
I have the same thoughts as you, Pau.
And I have another that is maybe worse.
Worse?
I don't know if you're the dad.
If you want to leave, I'll understand.
Don't say that.
Maria!
Maria, I've got great news!
I found real broccoli rabe at the market!
I got a whole bunch, 'cause they always cook down a lot once you--
Hey, Demetrio. How are you?
Hey, Pau.
How's it going?
Going very well.
Do you like broccoli with sausage?
-What? -You know, like, the dish?
I was gonna cook that today.
It's a typical dish from Naples.
Oh, to eat? No. No, no.
I'm gonna take a nap now 'cause I'm…
I don't know how to say it in English, but I'm just a bit… over it.
-But thanks. -Sure.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Hey. You spoke to him?
Right. Well…
This is shit, and I'm ashamed of myself.
Nothing else will fit in here.
Can I have this shirt?
-Why? -Think I don't have the guts to tell you?
Tell me whatever you want.
I'm sad you're leaving.
I'm not like you, you know?
I'll say how I feel.
And?
I don't understand this gesture.
Well, didn't you want my shirt?
-And tomorrow? You coming to practice? -Yeah, of course I'm coming.
Why wouldn't I come?
I don't know. I never really know what's on your mind or what you want.
Well, it might not be easy to say what I want or what I think. Hm?
Ever occur to you?
I've thought about that too.
You say there's nothing you can do about it, right?
People who don't talk much always seem to have
this, uh, complicated inner world,
like they're more sensitive about things, no?
What do you want, hm? What should I say?
-You really want to know? -Yeah. Enlighten me.
Well, is there something between us, yes or no?
Are you serious?
Come on. Please tell me you've at least considered it.
Of course I've thought about it. We're two people who care for one another.
-Oh, tell me you can do better. -No, Val.
You did a favor for me, and I did a favor for you.
Especially with this dancing situation.
We'll have to see what happens next, Val. I don't know!
If you could stop asking shit, I'd appreciate it.
-So I don't have the right to ask you? -No!
Val, it's a normal thing to ask someone.
You know what people like you are called? Who never give a straight answer?
-You're cowards. -Whatever. Fuck off, Val.
Just cowards. You force people like me to show how they feel.
You expect it. You want me to make a move, yeah?
And I'm fucking sick of having to take the first step.
Because it's not right to always make the first move.
The fuck? You've been talking for two hours, and you haven't said anything.
What do you want?
Nothing.
Jesus Christ.
Are we practicing tomorrow or not?
Um, I don't know. I don't care, Val.
Do what you want. Don't worry.
See you around.
See ya.
-I picked this up from the dry cleaners. -Oh, thank you.
No, don't put it in the suitcase. It'll get wrinkled. Just wear it tomorrow.
Tomorrow? Where am I gonna sleep tonight? Valerio's back home, so…
Um…
It's fine. Sleep in here.
I'll just sleep on the couch. It's fine. It's pretty comfy.
Oh, Val…
-Do you know where you're going? -Yeah, uh, Tenerife.
Uh, they'd asked me if I'd renovate a bowling alley in Tenerife.
-A bowling alley in Tenerife? -Yeah.
Listen, Gaetano. You gotta speak to the boys.
-They can't wake up and find you gone. -No, no, no, no, no.
I would never do that.
If you want, we can sleep together. With our heads on opposite sides.
-No, it's fine. Don't worry. -Okay. I don't snore, so…
I know. No, but I do prefer the couch, though, thanks.
-Hey, Mom? -Yeah?
Uh…
I wanted to ask you.
Me?
Both of you.
-Ah, must be serious then. -Uh…
Am I really his son?
-Uh… -Yo. Honestly.
-He wants honesty. -Yeah.
You want honesty.
Then I'll be honest.
Unfortunately for you, the truth is…
you are our son.
-Mm. -Yes, you are.
Yeah.
-No doubt about it, Val. Unfortunately. -No.
I don't know, maybe you were expecting a different answer.
But no.
-Yeah, sorry, buddy. -You could've been much worse.
Well, even worse than this?
-I'm kidding! -Don't be stupid.
What kind of question is that, huh?
Valerio, Valerio.
Think fast!
So dumb!
So, how come you don't live at your girlfriend's house anymore?
Well, she's not my girlfriend.
I'm sorry for you, then.
She's really pretty.
Hey! Cut it out.
Yeah, why did you come back here?
You know, I wanted to ask you.
Why'd you come home?
I didn't come back here because of you guys.
It's all thanks to Grandpa Gaetano.
I was starting to get sad over there, and he showed me how to feel happy again.
It's a bit like my dad.
They joke and laugh.
-And I want to be more like that. -Me too.
I think it would be good for all of us to be more like them.
Yeah.
Oh man, I died.
Hey!
Fine, whatever.
Uncle, I don't think I've ever seen you be happy in my entire life.
What?
I swear.
Thanks, Ercole.
-I'm going! -Where?
-To do something happy! -But where?
So really just one of us has to do the test, then, right?
Well yeah, obviously, Demetrio. If it's not him, it's you.
I don't know. It's my first time doing this.
But it's logical.
Fine.
In your cheek.
Um… we sure we wanna do this?
-It's just a bit awkward, Maria. -Hm?
-Isn't it? -Well, I can go.
All done.
All right. I'll send it off today.
-We should get the results back in a week. -No, no, no. No. Sorry, no.
We're going to let some fucking stick make this important decision?
You're fine with that?
Instead of what? What's the other option?
I think this is a perfect opportunity to be really honest.
Us three have to tell the truth.
Pau, I always tell the truth, man.
Mm, okay.
Fine.
Then you go.
Are you hoping this child is yours?
Yeah, I mean, of course.
No, just a minute.
Uh, what are we playing at? What are we doing here?
Now you, Maria.
Are you in love with me?
No panicking, please.
I can handle the truth.
Do we really wanna hurt each other? All right, let's hurt each other.
I don't know if I'm in love with you.
There we go.
And you?
Are you in love with me?
It's not really the correct question, wouldn't you say?
-Oh, no? -No, Maria.
I've got the right question for Pau.
Oh, yeah?
What is it?
Do you want a child?
No.
Not like this, no.
Fuck, Maria.
You know, when I met you, you were a dream for me.
You know perfectly well
that I was willing to change my whole life for you.
But in this dream, it's not just you.
There's a house.
There's a family.
A very big one.
There's a job, and maybe a dog, and definitely a kid.
Or two.
Are you leaving me?
What I'm saying is, if we were all honest, and did what we really wanted to do,
in this situation, there would be a happy ending for everyone.
So you're leaving me?
Maria,
if I'm honest,
if I were you in this situation, I'd want Demetrio to be the father too.
Ah.
And plus, you just said you don't love me, Maria.
Uh, no! No, I didn't say that. No.
-You did. -No. I said…
…I didn't know for sure if I loved you anymore.
Do not touch me.
So quit acting like a philosopher
because what you really are is a fucking asshole.
There's a hostile takeover. I've been attacked by roaches! Ow! Anyone?
-Help! Help me! -He's so funny.
Police!
-They're very dangerous microbes. -Dad!
Just hit each other! Ow! Why me?
-Okay! -No!
Okay.
The other day, dad came to the city to visit me.
I didn't tell anyone that I saw him.
And he said that he opened up a new restaurant in Genoa,
which you can bet has closed already.
And to celebrate, he said,
"Come on. Let's go get tattoos together."
There's a poem by Emily Dickinson that Maria showed me that I like.
And it says something like,
"You should tell the whole truth, but you need to tell it slant."
"Because the truth must dazzle gradually,
or every man be blind."
I don't know how to tell it slant.
So I just said…
Dad, I have cancer.
Dad.
I've got cancer.
Excuse me.
And I want you to stay here in Rome and be with me.
I'd like you to meet the kids.
And, well, spend time with them over the next few months, you know?
Sure, uh…
Uh, no problem at all.
I'll just tell the restaurant, that… that I need some time.
It's no problem.
And I'd like you to help me with Mom, because I haven't told her yet.
-Oh, you haven't told her yet? -No.
Hmm. Well, your mom, I don't know if she wants to see me.
No, Mom can't stand you. We already know that.
But I think we really need someone who can bring some joy.
-Yeah. -A person that can bring laughter.
Because the kids will need that.
I bet.
You remember Agostino?
-Huh? -Agostino, a friend of mine.
We were in the military together in Sardinia.
-No? -No.
An orthopedic doctor at an important hospital. He's a friend.
Yeah, I can give him a call, and…
He has a… a waiting list, but he'll let us skip it, you see.
It's no problem.
But how does that affect me, Dad?
What do you mean? You need a second opinion. We need one.
No, no, listen. You don't get it.
There's nothing we can do about it, Dad.
No! Don't say that!
-There's always something to do! -Dad, please stop.
You're not listening. There's nothing we can do.
Believe me.
In that case…
then, Fausto, all I can say is
I don't know if I can do that.
I don't know.
I don't think I can handle watching… my son die.
No.
I can't handle it.
I can't be here. I can't do it.
I just can't do it, Fausto.
Fausto.
I can't.
Hold on.
-Fausto. -No, Dad, Dad, Dad. Please.
Seriously. Please.
I never got that tattoo.
I left, and I'm guessing he went to Genoa pretty quickly after.
Now…
to be clear, I understand him. I really do.
But it was the biggest disappointment of my life.
I always forgave Dad for everything. Everything.
But being abandoned in that moment…
was unforgivable.
I mean, I don't get it.
I'll tell the kids you say bye.
Lucia.
-Lucia. -Don't talk to me.
Lucia, please.
Get out, Gaetano.
-Let me explain. -Get the hell out!
Mm…
I just hope there's no hard feelings.
I'll try to call you.
If you want, you can pick up.
If you don't, ignore me.
Okay?
I totally understand.
Yeah. Okay.
Ciao.
It is said
That you cannot be found
Under rocks or broken skull
I will lay down
I can be found
Beneath the rose
Alone…
It's safe to say
That I'll never be found
Broken bones holding loose
You will be crowned
Queen of all you have found
You have found
Alone
It is said…
Hey.
What a letdown.
Under rocks or broken skull I will lay down…
But you know, Maria, that Spain is overrated.
They act all progressive, but then you see--
What are you talking about? I'm the letdown.
That's not true.
Beneath the rose…
Valeria!
I gotta do something happy!
-That's great. -Exactly. Hold on a sec. Come on.
Go away. I don't wanna talk, Val.
-Hold on a second! -Val, go home. All right?
-I'm not doing this today. -But why, Val?
You need to stop 'cause a huge spider is about to fall on your head!
Jesus.
-Val, can you stop for a second, please? -Val, leave me alone!
Please. Hold on. Why are you acting this way?
Yo! The fuck you doing?
Valerio! ck you doing?