Good morning.
It's time to get up.
Isn't the couch uncomfortable?
Have you ever slept in a gypsy camp?
Won't you tell me what happened yesterday?
I'll get dressed and we'll have breakfast.
You were hungry, huh?
I'm not used to this, ma'am.
This stuff's old.
No seat here, it's reserved.
-What are you saying, Ciro? -Scram!
-Let off some steam last night, huh? -You banged!
-C'mon. -Sit here, Dude.
You're the only one banging.
-Not hungry? -I ate at the hotel.
You look a little shook up, things okay?
-Sure. -Ciro, it's normal.
Look at those dark circles! Last night he dunked his doughnut…
Shut up!
So, things went okay?
Yes.
Thank you for your gift.
Dude, it's me thanking you.
You did me a huge favor.
Your folks had no idea, should I worry?
No worries at all.
Great, Dude!
Naditza, behave good.
Weren't you coming back tonight?
I couldn't take the camp.
Didn't you go see Dude?
Wasn't up for it.
My folks were on my back.
What's going on here?
Closer and closer friends!
Nad, you can't always control everything.
Hi, Serena.
I'm gone two days and there's all this shit chaos?
Don't be pissed off!
Put the money in there.
Make it fast or you're dead.
SERENA ONE MONTH BEFORE HER ARREST
Poetry.
What is poetry?
Pasolini said poetry is
something dark that illuminates life.
Anyone interested in a special privilege for Posillipo?
To get a day out, I'd kiss Pasolini on the mouth!
Then write a poem,
the best will receive the Posillipo award.
Ms. Amelia,
excuse the interruption,
Miss Teresa Polidori wants a word.
Kitty!
Ma'am, the drawing's here.
Good, we'll come to see it.
Go to the lab, we'll bring the boys.
Guys, all of you to the lab!
Move!
They're a mass of idiots.
But you have passion.
Got a question?
How should the poem be written?
You want to participate?
No way! Just curious.
-Should it rhyme? -No.
Just follow your own feelings.
My heart?
Your heart.
Are you listening?
This is the work you'll replicate on the wall outside.
We'll create the mosaic on the wall,
you'll make the tiles, color them,
and fire them in the kiln.
The professor and Teresa will explain the technique.
-Actually, could Teresa? -Of course.
Please.
Well, this design
has to be duplicated on perforated cardboard,
then, with a dusting technique, it will be transferred onto the tiles.
Understand?
-Nice, but who's the gun shooting at? -No one.
It's an abstract figure.
You have to imagine it!
He's shooting at us and a kid below.
-Other more witty questions? -What's so fucking funny?
-Curiosities? -The girls are here.
We all go get the frame and start painting.
C'mon!
A smooth, level wall, c'mon!
Move it, get the frame.
Work fast, eyes straight ahead.
I was at the Grand Hotel!
What the fuck's it to me?
Ferrari!
C'mon, what are you doing?
Now I'll explain how to do the mosaic.
The design is put on a perforated cardboard.
We lean the frame on that wall,
we make squares, and surround them with tape
which is on the table.
-Then we paint it. -We give a fucking damn!
Ciro, grab a brush.
No way.
Well?
I wonder who's more pissed off with me, you or Nad?
Some asshole must have told her about the chick last night.
-What are you talking about? -Ciro sent me a hustler.
Obviously, I refused.
Not curious how Ciro's thing worked out?
I think great, since he sent a hustler.
You think wrong.
Carmine, I mucked up.
What did you do?
Dude!
Come here, I gotta tell you something.
With your permission, Sheep?
Come here.
Come here!
Sit down.
-Listen, I… -Don't get shook!
Number the sheets of paper,
so it's all in order later.
You prepare the table, you get the pens.
-How about a game? -What game?
Paings nice.
Real pain.
Try, show me what you can do.
I don't have the courage.
But you had the courage to shoot your boyfriend.
Good.
It's even better with your eyes closed.
Dad, did you change the lock?
Dad?
Michele saw you leaving a drugstore that had just been robbed.
Give me the keys, I have to go out.
No, you and I will stay home for a few days.
I bought enough for a month.
Huh? Are you serious?
Yes.
Michele won't report you, he's a friend.
You'll end up in jail, Stefano's ruining your life.
You removed my SIM card?
You're crazy.
It's useless going upstairs, I tossed it.
Give me the keys or I'll jump.
Jump.
Dad…
Listen to me!
I'll go into a community this time, I swear!
But get me out of here, Stefano's waiting.
A thousand vanished hopes…
Ciro, I gotta talk.
Ciro?
-What is it? -I have some advice.
Buy the Bluetooth type, they're more comfortable.
You bust my balls for that bullshit?
Go take a crap!
Motherfucking idiot!
What the fuck did you say?
Got the guts to repeat it?
-Are you crazy? -It's a huge risk.
Say another word and I'll kill you.
Kill me.
C'mon!
Don't be scared, kill me.
-What the fuck are you doing? -Kill me!
Keep going, don't be scared!
Kill me!
No guts?
Lousy chicken, kill me!
You shit moron, I always gave you everything.
I loved you and you're an idiot.
You let that shit ass-licker screw you.
I'm the only one with balls here and I'll stuff 'em down your throat.
No one scares me, not even the devil. Idiot!
What's to see, you faggot?
What the fuck's to see?
Outta my way or you'll get my fish down your throat too.
Shit dickhead! A mass of jellyfish!
Someday I'll crack your skull too.
Piece of shit, go inside.
You're all pieces of shit!
A mass of wimps!
-Things okay? -Don't break my balls!
So, what did you do for Ciro? He seems pleased.
He doesn't know I told Dad everything.
Before or after you loaded the car?
After.
Guys, work a little!
Dude, well?
-Things okay? -Yeah.
-You're sure? -Yes.
Good.
I really don't like him.
Out of the way, Edoardo.
-What did your father do? -I don't know!
He must have thrown it out.
-Why did you do it? -Because you're right.
I'm not like them.
Being with Ciro won't make me win.
I'm not a criminal.
I certainly won't become one now.
Filippo, drop everything, let's go to the meeting room.
Clean up, you're filthy.
Don't get Pasquale pissed off!
Now we're both Walking Dead.
Take care!
Good, Filippo!
Is he good, or what?
Now Naditza, who's never studied music, will play,
but who, thanks to Filippo plays like a Conservatory professor.
-I'm curious to hear her. -She's good.
It happens.
Naditza, relax.
Didn't it start like this?
-Play like you always have. -Take your time.
Councilor, I'll show you our other interesting activities.
-Think they didn't like me? -They left!
-I don't give a fuck. -It's you who looked like shit, not me.
Despite what they said, but I was never with that hustler.
-You go with hustlers? -No!
Didn't your mom tell you they spread disease?
Why are you like this?
Ask him.
Well?
Forget it.
It doesn't take a genius to figure why she did it.
Yesterday she fled the gypsy camp, today she detests Filippo,
maybe there's a connection.
I think there's something between them.
It's the trouble with having boys and girls work together.
-Affection is a problem? -You surprise me sometimes.
Maybe because you have the wrong idea about me.
I know so little about you that I try to guess.
I can't have children,
not anymore,
after the accident that left my leg like this.
That's why I limp.
I'm sorry.
No, you should say: "I never wanted to make you uncomfortable".
I'm sorry.
I'm also alone.
But I'm fine this way.
Serena?
-What's wrong? -Nothing.
-I'm pissed off too. -With who?
With the world.
Then that makes two of us.
This tranquillizer will do you good.
I hate you, you know?
You read some crap on the Internet
and think a tranquillizer's enough.
-You're a jerk. -Okay, but take this.
I can see why mom left you! She did right.
Take it, please.
You like locking me up here?
Now get out, I don't want to see you.
Let me sleep.
-When did you start shooting up? -What the fuck are you talking about?
-When Mom left? -No, before.
Don't worry, I don't shoot up because of an absent mother.
-Or a jerk father. -Then why?
When I do heroin, I turn my brain off,
I can't see
this shit house,
this shit world.
Maybe you see shit everywhere because you don't love yourself enough.
Did you read this bullshit on the Internet too?
And if it was true?
I've always looked at you with the eyes of love.
You've always been the most beautiful, I've always loved everything about you.
Your first word, your first report card,
even if it was a bad one.
How many bad grades did I get?
A few.
Now sleep.
Don't worry.
I love you.
"… speak only to me.
I stay still and listen.
I want to cry a tear
to hide my eyes from the indifferent world
that glances and turns away.
I won't say a thing,
every word is simply noise to those who refuse to understand.
My heart sighs and says:
"Don't let it bother you, speak only to me."
And I stay still and listen.
Everything okay? Counselor Greco.
Sign here.
You made Dad look like shit.
The car never got to Milan.
-What do you mean? -Don't you understand?
We're in the shit, they screwed us.
-Your friend… -Dude?
Yeah, he screwed you.
You wanted this operation, now resolve the problem.
My respects to Don Salvatore.
Carmine, stop looking at him?
Sign.
-How are you, Pino? -Like crap.
Why?
I don't have a cent, I need money.
I don't have a thing!
Lend me 100 euros.
I said, I don't have it!
You always give that bastard everything
and never think of me, fuck off!
-All I asked was 100 euros. -I don't have it!
Not even cigarette money, what mother are you?
Pino, c'mon!
-Are we done, Counselor? -See you next week.
Take care.
Carmine…
hurry and do that favor.
I'm organizing.
When will you do it? Want the D.O. to die of old age?
I said I'll do it, but you have to help me.
How?
You gotta talk to the lawyer.
What do I have to do?
-Ciro, things okay? -Where is he?
What is it?
-Ciro, what's going on? -Don't break my balls!
Was it you?
-Was it you? -Doing what?
-Give me your dad's number. -Why?
Give it to me!
340
4212 5898.
-What should I do? -Just say hello.
Hello?
Dad, it's Filippo.
How can you call me?
With a friend's phone, I wanted to hear you.
-Hi, big brother. -Anita! How are you?
Fine, but Dad's furious, on the way back, they stole the car.
That's funny? Put him on.
It's true, we returned to Milan by train.
Tell me about you…
I didn't know!
It doesn't end here.
Get fucking lost.
Did they believe it?
Let's hope so.
24 HOURS EARLIER
-This isn't pizza dough. -My mind's somewhere else.
Like the little heart.
-I have something for you. -Cut it out.
No way! There's a note in my pocket, my hands are dirty.
I wrote something for you, "My Heart".
It doesn't speak about you, it comes from the heart.
Read it.
-It's beautiful. -Really think so?
-Don't tell the others… -What are you doing?
Are you ashamed of your heart?
An artist without this… is nothing.
Breakfast for the princess!
Can I come in?
Serena?
Serena!
Hello, this is Aldo Rizzo,
I have to make a report.
My daughter,
made a robbery.
Don't sit here! Want to get caught?
Are you afraid?
Ciro's not here and it's my break too.
-The idiots are here. -Ignore them.
What did you do to your lip?
Did Ciro find out about the car?
As we thought, he had me call my father.
He fell for the car theft, but maybe not for long.
Now just stay calm.
It's Bubba's fault now anyway.
-Who's that? -Bubba.
Who's he?
In Naples, when you can't fix the blame, we say: "Damned Bubba!".
You're all abnormal.
There's only one Bubba here, that's me.
You from Milan have no imagination.
Gennaro, how much do I have? I need cigarettes.
Fuck, you can buy a whole tobacco store!
-You've got a thousand euros. -How much?
One thousand.
Someone really loves you.
My mom's crazy about me.
-Not curious who put it there? -What do I care?
Brother!
He's a nitwit, yelling one minute, in paradise the next.
He's got a loose screw.
I'd like to be in paradise too…
if some lawyer gave me a thousand euros sometimes.
-Is it Stefano visiting? -I don't know.
-I have dark circles? -You're beautiful.
-Hi, darling. -Hi, Dad.
Aren't you glad to see me?
I'd have preferred Stefano.
I haven't heard from him in two months.
Do you know anything?
-No. -Tell me the truth.
He's with that bitch at the bar, right?
I don't know who he's with.
But she's older than you and pregnant.
Then that's her.
I did it all for him.
I didn't report him, I took the blame for the robbery.
In fact, he's not the one for you.
How do you know? You were the first to betray me.
-I did it to save you. -You can't save me anymore.
-Can you get me some stuff? -Why should I?
I feel lousy.
Ask the gypsy for it.
Fuck off!
The need to hear his voice keeps growing.
Got the phone?
You know what to do.
It's wrong, I can't.
Do it.
I will.
Hello?
Fabio, it's me.
Gemma!
How are you?
Better, thanks, the pills help.
How are you? How are things?
Not good.
It's all my fault.
You're innocent, I'll testify at the trial.
You're innocent!
I miss you.
I love you, you know?
You love me too, don't you? You always have.
This is our sin.
We love each other too much.
Gemma, are you there?
-How did it go? -Fine.
It was a sea of emotions.
I didn't know what to feel, but I'm happy.
You did it at least, finally.
What the fuck is it?
If I were you, I'd think about Dude,
you mean nothing to him now.
He prefers hustlers to shit gypsies.
-What's going on? -Is it true?
Shut up!
Follow her, see what she does.
So, will you do me this favor?
Of course I will.
What is it, Ciro?
Where did Pino get that headset?
I don't know.
Cardigotrap, I gotta talk to you.
Did you buy the headset for Pino?
-Yes. -How much are they?
-225 euros. -He's got all that money?
I don't know.
Guys, let's go, game's over.
-What's happening? -Go on, I'll be along in five minutes.
We'll make it fast.
Guys, that means you too.
Let me talk five minutes with my friend.
No problem.
Like the song?
Awesome.
Nice headset, who gave you the money?
I saved up, why?
You're right, I didn't think of that.
Come here, I gotta talk to you.
-Carmine, did you see that? -What?
-Ciro talking to Pino. -Don't worry.
-I owe you an apology. -Why?
You were right about Dude,
how he wanted to screw me, how I shouldn't trust him, remember?
I've always cared for you,
it's useless arguing over such crap.
You're right.
You're a good guy.
Look me in the face, you shit!
You sold the car with the drugs.
Remember, you're a dead man.
Hear me?
I put the money on Pino's account.
Why?
Pino hasn't got a cent,
if Ciro saw he had money, he'd be suspicious.
To cover my ass, you got his ass busted.
If you don't like it, go tell him.
We're at war, Dude.
Better them than us.
Thanks, friend.
So, now I'm the only Walking Dead.
I want to help you,
but what the fuck's going on.
What do the Vallettas want?
The less you know, the better.
Sheep!
Since when do you play pinball?
Outta my fucking way.
So, did any of you write a poem for the contest?
This poem thing again?
No one's a faggot here!
Why always reason in these clichés?
You want me to believe none of you has a heart?
I do, I wrote a poem.
-And I'm not a faggot. -Remains to be seen.
Let's hear it.
-You can read it later. -No, no…
You wrote it, you read it.
C'mon, read it!
That's enough! Quiet!
-What's the title? -"My Heart".
Read it to us, we're all listening.
"I want to cry a tear
to hide my eyes from the indifferent world
that glances and turns away.
I won't speak about a thing,
because every word is simply noise for those who refuse to listen.
My heart sighs,
it says: 'Don't let it bother you, speak only to me'.
And I stay still and listen".
Thank you!
Okay, I get it.
Excellent, it's beautiful.
Even more, you had the courage to read it before everyone.
I always say: give voice to your heart.
That's where your wealth is.
Educate your minds.
Share your experiences, positive and negative.
Have fun.
You've made mistakes,
and you'll make others.
The greatest mistake would be to keep it all inside.
You can't make it by yourselves.
Apply the silicone and then attach it to the wall.
Don't be jerks today.
Hello!
I brought the clay.
-I'll give a hand. -It's heavy, better a boy.
Tell him that.
-Di Salvo, you go. -C'mon!
Shut up and unload.
-He's under your responsibility. -Don't worry.
What is it?
-What the fuck do you want? -I'll show you.
Read what Dude writes.
×The truth is I was thinking about you the other night in that hotel room.
You've entered me, it's useless pretending differently÷.
Should I go on?
Doesn't it sound like a declaration of love, Viola?
-Waiting for applause? -Bitch.
Dude's at my feet, I'll bring him to you on a leash.
I really don't think so.
What nice words you wrote.
But, wasn't Nad a shit gypsy?
What a jerk!
I was a real jerk.
Is here okay?
Sheep, time's up.
Who are you?
The Vallettas send me to remind you. Will you kill the D.O., or not?
-I didn't hear you. -I will!
I can't breathe.
What the fuck's going on?
Nothing, I was explaining something.
Carmine, who the fuck's that?
-No one. -You're joking? He slapped you.
-He's no one. -Don't you trust me?
-I'll see the D.O. -Where are you going?
If I want to live, I have to kill the D.O.
What the fuck are you saying?
I have to kill the D.O.
Please, help me,
I don't know what to do.
I'll help you.
I'll help you, okay?
Subtitle translation by: Charlotte Lantery