Gennaro? Come here.
Dude, going for a haircut?
Don't move from here.
-What is it? -We wrote a song.
Let's hear it.
He's doing the singing?
I need a razor blade for this.
-Like it? -It sucks.
You know nothing!
Filippo, I said not to move.
-Need a haircut? -No.
-I can't remember the exact day. -What day?
Nina's four months pregnant and I can't remember the day we did it.
So?
What do you mean "so"?
It's the happiest day of my life but I can't remember.
What's with you?
Being a father at 17 isn't my idea of happiness, and in jail.
No shit!
Me neither.
But knowing my kid's coming gives me hope.
I'd feel doubly imprisoned.
The first ultrasound is tomorrow.
Let's hope the D.O. convinces the directress to let me go.
I hope it goes well.
One…
Only three!
How can one be missing?
There were six, I used two yesterday but now there are three.
-You didn't check last night? -I forgot.
I check every night but not last night.
You called for me?
We do a search before the directress returns.
-What's the matter? -A razor blade's missing.
I gotta go with you? Go!
Fire on the line! A search!
Fire on the line, a search.
-Whatcha looking at? -Dipshit!
If things go bad, swallow it.
A search!
Everybody out!
All out, c'mon!
Kid, out.
Where's the other one?
There he is. Out!
Spread your legs!
Di Salvo, if you're nostalgic for your old job,
I understand, it's okay.
You're always hanging around Gigino the barber.
If I speak to him, maybe he'll hire you.
He's a good man, and you? You swipe a blade?
What barber's help are you?
He's clean.
Really?
Your turn.
Open your mouth.
Open your mouth!
-Open up! -C'mon, he's clean.
Open your mouth.
Doing like him?
Being gutsy? Open your mouth.
Open this fucking mouth.
I found the razor blade.
Let's go see.
Paolo, where are you?
Open.
You're a jerk.
This won't cut butter.
In fact, it's not the one they stole.
So, the thief's still got it.
If he stole it, he wants to use it.
-We'll find it. -If it's not too late.
-Gigi, you can go. -Thank you.
Help me understand,
everything gets into my jail.
-I'm surprised. -Then we'll have a surprise assembly.
-To say what? -That the rules have changed.
-More inspections. -They already know.
-I wouldn't say so. -Just talking won't resolve a thing.
In fact, we're taking measures.
That's worse!
It'll be hell.
I don't know about my predecessors, but one thing is clear to me,
from now on, everything changes.
Perfect.
I have to defend myself or I'll die here.
This is the shit that makes you die.
What about you with that kid you killed?
I had no choice, but you do.
You want to screw your life, that's your problem.
I screwed my life when Greg fell.
It was an accident, can't you get it into your head?
You're not a criminal.
But if you don't dump this shit, you decide to be one. That's different.
To the rec room for the directress, move!
Think about it.
Is everyone here?
Yes.
All privileges are suspended again.
Quiet!
And will be indefinitely.
Unless,
someone, now,
brings me that razor blade.
It's for the good of all,
to avoid worse consequences.
All right.
All privileges and visits are suspended.
Don't throw that razor blade out,
I want it within 48 hours,
or privileges will be reinstated only when I'm sent away.
Good day.
Quiet, guys.
Did you hear that?
No privileges.
Into your cells.
There has to be an exception, Carmine Di Salvo.
His girlfriend is having her first ultrasound tomorrow.
-It's important to him. -Di Salvo is no exception.
-He may even have the razor blade. -No way.
-Why? -The day before the ultrasound?
These kids act without thinking of the consequences.
Consider it an educational measure.
Tomorrow, Carmine will hear his son's heartbeat for the first time.
For me, it was a passage to adulthood.
No rhetoric! I have few precepts, I won't yield,
the rules apply to everyone.
Then I'll find that fucking razor blade by tomorrow.
Right you are! You're paid to guarantee safety.
The pregnancy is going well, the baby is fine,
the amniotic fluid is within the norm.
We just wait for the birth.
-You tried to call her? -Yes, no answer.
I'll try again.
No good.
She's never missed Mass since Dad died, it's not like her.
I don't care about Mass, I'm worried she's with Fabio.
Me, too.
-Gemma! -Hi.
Where were you?
Why didn't you come?
What happened to you?
Fabio got a flat tire, I couldn't make it.
Take the glasses off, please.
GEMMA 40 HOURS BEFORE THE ARREST
I'll kill that guy.
-What's that? -He didn't mean to, I swear.
We were arguing.
And a slap got away from him?
Like the other times? But he never meant to, right?
-Look at you! -Why keep excusing him?
He's sick and he's making you sick too.
Don't get near her again.
Get lost, asshole!
Guys,
if none of us took the razor blade, who did?
-The gypsies? -They don't know a fucking thing.
Just those two left.
Just one left, not two.
Why?
Dude has no guts for stuff like that.
Ciro, can I say something?
You're treating Dude too good, I don't like it.
Deal with it.
But Carmine does.
He killed Nazario, think he can't swipe a razor blade?
Sheep's a Di Salvo, he knows he's gotta watch out.
Pino!
-Great dog, is this Tyson? -He's mine.
-Want to see him again? -Yeah, man!
Go to Dude, make him shit in his pants and he'll spill.
Filippo?
Were you sleeping?
What is it?
I gotta talk to you.
Me and you are pals.
Yeah.
Don't turn your back, come here.
We're pals, or not?
Yeah.
Tell me, did you take that razor blade?
No, I swear!
-No? -No.
Who's got it?
-This rat here? -He doesn't either, I swear.
We don't have it.
Don't always defend that rat.
I'm not, I swear we don't have the razor blade.
Last time, your gift had a strange effect on me.
-What are you doing? -I really miss Tyson.
Everything makes me think of my dog.
-Leave me alone. -Will you give me this other gift?
-Leave me alone! -Yeah?
Gold Medal, where are you going?
To Filippo.
Don't worry, there'll be another chance.
Gold Medal, what do you say?
-When do we go sailing again? -When the sun shines.
Okay!
Hi Filippo, can I sit down?
-Sure. -Thank you.
I was thinking,
would you like to play for the others tomorrow?
Tomorrow, the piano, with the others.
Want to? A little more enthusiasm.
You'll play tomorrow, bye.
Why are you prettying up?
I was born pretty.
Own up, you like Dude, you're falling for him?
Own up, you like Milos, you're falling for him?
No, I like all good-looking guys, even Dude.
-Hands off Dude! -See, you're falling!
-We have a bet, remember? -Sure.
If you feel alone, you know where I am.
You know I can get you what you want.
Just trust me.
And you know where you gotta go…
That nutcase wants you back on drugs to control you.
Sleep with me tonight.
Gemma, are you bored?
No!
There's just so much in my head.
Don't think about it.
Gemma!
-What are you doing? -Didn't you hear?
It's that jerk Fabio?
-It's him? -Yeah.
-Gemma, get down here. -Why holler?
Come down!
-Quiet, I'm coming. -Get down here or I'll raise hell.
-What'll you do? -I'm going down.
If I don't, he'll stay there all day.
Don't go down!
-Why don't you leave? -What the fuck's it to you?
You're an asshole.
What do you want? Give me more?
I love you.
How can I tell you?
I screwed-up, it'll never happen again, I promise.
-Does it hurt? -Yes.
Then why do you provoke me?
You don't answer the phone.
My mother took it, I couldn't.
You couldn't or wouldn't?
I couldn't.
You're not wearing that dress, right?
I am, to Ambra's party.
They'll think you're a whore.
-You asshole, you never change. -Leave her alone!
Asshole, never do that again!
What the fuck do you want?
Cut it out!
You're just a piece of shit.
How are you? Did he hurt you?
Gemma, I love you, don't you understand?
D.O., good morning.
News?
We made another search, but no luck.
-When's that kid's ultrasound? -This afternoon.
I'd say chances are slim.
Lino, it's your fault too that this happened.
Sure, but it's a razor blade and not easy to find.
Look everywhere, it's your job, okay?
I tried everything, but he didn't give in.
You know nothing about the razor blade, huh?
For Viola
Sometimes I can't get my words out because you take my breath away.
Love. Ciro
No fucking way Viola gets this, I'm keeping it.
-Need anything? -Don't I wish, hon'.
Silvia?
-Anything for me? -No, nothing.
-You're sure? -Yeah.
Ciro, I need to talk to you.
Shopping and package, all set.
Good.
But now you owe me a favor.
What is it?
You have to find the razor blade, this story's gotta end.
Okay, I'll handle it.
But, like always, pretend you don't see.
Sure.
Guys.
Get out, move!
-Fast! -Sheep, get down here.
I gotta talk to you.
What's the matter?
You piece of crap, you rat!
That razor blade's no use to you, it's not a gun.
What razor blade? Why would I want it?
Out with it, right now
or I'll kill you before you know it.
Make it fast, asshole.
-Fucking crap. -Piece of shit.
You're alone? The guards?
Did they beat you up?
If you don't talk, I can't help you.
If I talk, it would be impossible for you to help me.
Impossible!
If you don't talk, I can't help you! Understand?
D.O…
I said it'd be hell! They think it was him.
Hello, have you had coffee?
-Who might the target be? -You know very well, Carmine Di Salvo.
His privilege was canceled and he's at risk for what he didn't do.
I envy you, you know?
How can you have such certainties?
That ultrasound is the most important thing in his life.
I understand very well.
We've already talked about this.
Bring me the razor blade and the thief and all privileges…
will be magically restored.
-There's a procedure in act. -Screw the procedure.
You should calm down.
You refuse to understand.
These kids walk a tightrope, they can end up on the wrong side in no time.
You walk one too, if you use this tone.
Are you done?
Fine, you can get back to work.
I have a great idea.
I know, you've wanted to do the driving since you've been pregnant.
-Pregnant women aren't ill. -I never said that.
Listen, a perfect name… Francesco.
-They all use it. -Because it's beautiful.
No, because it's a classic if you're stuck on choosing.
-Okay, propose one. -Ready?
Here it comes.
-Bernardo. -What? Bernardo?
-What's so funny? -It's for old men.
It's highfalutin.
-What? Highfalutin… -It's a proper word.
You've studied.
Paola!
Hurry, we're losing her!
On three: one, two three…
-I'm sorry. -Screw you! Okay?
If you've got no guts for something, don't do it.
Don't put me in the middle.
I'm sick of covering your ass.
Viola! Outta the way…
Did you like the gift?
Guys, what's to look at? Go play.
C'mon!
Everyone gets in the game.
-It's okay with Viola's gift? -Sure.
-You're sure? -I'd be an idiot to bullshit you.
C'mon, Ciro!
What are you doing?
Every time you let me down, I want to remember it forever.
Stop that!
Okay, back inside, you're not even having fun.
You're alone? You said your boyfriend cares so much.
-What's his name? -Carmine.
Yes, he really cares.
-And so? -He's in juvenile detention.
Sweetie, things pass, let's do this ultrasound.
-Can I take a video for Carmine? -Sure.
Hi Carmine, too bad you're not here too.
Look!
I love you and miss you so much.
Turn it off now, it disrupts the apparatus.
Come in.
Look, see the hands.
-Doctor, may we? -Of course.
I guess he wants to see too! Lie down.
Well,
here you can see the head… the little hands.
Here's the heart… Everything's fine.
Look.
Well?
I'll go prepare my report.
Can I see?
Honey, what will we call her?
Do you like Valentina?
-Why Valentina? -It's what came to mind first.
I'm not really convinced.
You tell me then.
-Promise you won't laugh. -I promise!
I won't laugh.
-Tell me. -Futura.
You said you wouldn't laugh.
Sorry, but Futura…
Like the song?
Why?
When you told me,
my whole future changed color.
All of it.
I like Futura a lot.
-And if it's a boy? -No way! I want a girl.
-But if it's a boy? -I want a pretty girl like you.
Okay?
I gotta go.
-Can I keep this? -Of course.
Want to say good bye to Futura?
Futura!
Don't worry, Daddy's right here.
Daddy's right here.
I gotta go.
D. O., we can go.
Listen, you got hurt.
-I got hurt? -Yeah, your foot.
My foot?
You sprained it at soccer, how else can I justify your being here?
-It has to be x-rayed. -Okay.
-Where are you going so fast? -To get x-rayed.
What nickname do you all give the directress?
Semi-colon.
Show me how you do Semi-colon. Okay?
Semi… colon.
Semi-colon.
Semi-colon, good.
Semi-colon…
Keep going.
Kids, the lesson's over, c'mon.
Get down, move it.
C'mon, kids.
Filippo?
You play really great.
Thanks.
How are you?
What nice hands you got.
Come here, I'll show you something.
-Feel this. -No!
-Touch it! -No!
You're a queer!
Why are you on the floor?
Get up.
-Get moving. -Sorry, D.O.!
I'm not D.O.!
-Hush. -I didn't say a word.
You got saved by a girl.
Who the fuck asked. Why did you come back?
If they catch us together, we're in the shit.
I heard you play.
You're pretty good, quite a… stickler but not much heart.
Nadiza… will you piss off?
You're sure?
It's the second time you let this gypsy kiss you.
Maybe you like this gypsy?
Nadiza?
I pulled a fast one on her again.
Remember to limp.
Directress, there was an emergency.
I took the boy to the hospital,
he sprained his foot playing soccer, luckily nothing was broken.
-Carmine, go to your cell. -Show her the x-ray.
Go.
What do you call me? Semi-colon?
I'd have taught you better.
-What? -To limp, you're no good at it.
-The x-ray. -You're fucking with me?
-How's that? -I know why you went to the hospital.
-It's my fault, don't blame Carmine. -That's what worries me.
-Should I take measures? -Do as you like.
But you didn't hear Carmine and Nina talk about the baby's name.
-He wants to call her Futura. -Nice name!
There's little satisfaction in this job but I got some today.
I gave that boy a pinch of hope.
Give me a pinch of hope too, do your job.
Dude!
What are you doing here? Playing hide-and-seek?
Come here.
You ugly son-of-a-bitch!
Come here.
Either you jack me off or I'll kill you.
Go!
Take hold, go…
Faster, you bastard!
A very nice party!
I've never seen her like that! She didn't even like the dress.
-Now she won't take it off. -You look wonderful in it.
You're so beautiful!
Not you.
Gemma, open this fucking gate!
He's out of his mind, I'm calling the police.
-No, Mom… -I'm calling the police!
Yes, I'm going down, I'm sick of this.
Ambra, please!
-Mom, we have to go downstairs. -Wait, I'm calling the police.
C'mon, answer me!
-Gemma! -You gotta go!
Come or I'll kill you!
Have fun, you slut!
What did he do to you?
Show me!
Call an ambulance!
Fabio!
Fabio, come down!
Gemma?
How is it possible?
What the fuck are you doing?
Subtitle translation by: Charlotte Lantery