What's this silence? Nobody slept?
Get moving. There's a lot to do today.
Pino, sleepy?
Wake up!
Carmine, we'll figure it out.
-You razzing me? -Don't you like my southern accent?
No.
Listen, I swear I'll find a way to get you out.
I promise.
Love, things okay?
What happened to you?
Did you go downtown?
Did you get that job?
Mom?
-What are these bruises? -Nothing.
I left the kitchen cabinet open.
-You? -So? What the fuck ya gonna do?
-You're a bastard! -Don't touch him!
Sit down.
You, too!
Eat.
Eat or I'll kill ya, I swear.
Pasta's great.
Pasta and potatoes was better, but this is good too, great job.
24 HOURS BEFORE HIS ARREST
Serena!
-What were you doing? -Sleeping.
What's that?
Show me! That psychopath gave it to you?
-Is that what matters? -This stuff can kill you!
Coming from Viola is what counts, I don't.
What are you saying?
I care about you.
-Shit psychopath! -What the fuck do you want?
Are you giving' Serena that shit?
Careful, or I'll kill you.
Answer me!
Get your hand off me.
I said, hands off.
You're not human.
Ciro, the psycho's looking at us.
Let him look.
-Maybe he's in love with you. -Shut up, you jerk!
-I said shut up! -Asshole.
-I think the poet's the lucky one. -Knock it off.
He's coming to propose.
Ciro, I don't want you to get the wrong idea.
I have nothing to do with this story.
I've always cared for you,
so, careful, Dude just wants to screw you.
Trust me.
Your problem is you can't keep your mouth shut.
That's why you'll come to a bad end.
Trust me.
Are you threatening?
I know you got a knife.
If you wanna kill me, do it now.
Kill me.
-Or I'll kill you. -What the fuck are you doing?
You're all ass-lickers, you'll never be anything.
Piece of shit, get lost!
-You like being fucked. -Beat it!
These shit faces are your pals?
Don't waste your time.
-My balls are busted! -Yeah.
-He's outta control. -Let me kill him.
Relax.
I want no ruckus, in here.
Outside's different.
-What's your move? -You've got a special privilege, right?
Yeah.
Are you drinking or not?
Yeah, tons of water, Dude!
Don't pee, or you won't make the hospital.
I can't take this.
-You're a wreck, it works! -Screw it!
Let me feel your pulse.
I can't breathe.
See? It works.
-You're sure? -Yes, I saw it in a film.
What!
Just kidding, it works, trust me.
See that picture?
Carmine's a daddy
It's my daughter's first picture, I want you to have it.
-Okay. -Thanks, now do what you gotta.
-What? -Bust my face.
-With my fist?
Yeah, hurry.
-Do it! -I can't.
I get it, you're an idiot.
Shit…
-Holy shit! -Let me see.
You really hurt yourself.
Carmine's hurt bad, his head is bleeding.
He fell!
Where is he?
Call Dr. Gaetano!
Gennaro for Lino.
Call Dr. Gaetano right now, Carmine's hit his head.
He's bleeding, I say he'll faint, hurry.
I'm coming with you.
A pillow!
Ciro?
Don't worry, it's all set.
Good.
His heartbeat's erratic, blood pressure is up and down.
His stomach is full of air.
What's the cause?
Many causes, he needs to be monitored.
-Did you take something? -No.
His pupils are normal.
How do you feel?
My head hurts.
He's had a bad blow, I'd take him to the hospital.
I'll call the ambulance.
-Have you already told them? -Not yet.
Here's the news: Edoardo's in the finale
of the poetry contest.
That's enough!
Edoardo's been invited to the Award Ceremony.
It might seem trite, but love
is viewed as a kind of redemption, future
and salvation.
Here comes the sermon.
Many of you have known love.
Especially for payment.
Son of a bitch!
Love takes many forms, but one it must never have:
violence,
subjugation.
-This story's gotta end. -It's nothing, don't worry.
Report him or I will.
-If he's in jail, who brings the wages? -Me.
So, you're a man now.
Where will you get this money?
-I'll work. -You'll work?
-What work's that? -I'm a singer.
A singer?
Let's hear how you fucking sing.
Let's hear ya.
I said sing.
Sing!
Get going.
You're a singer, you jerk?
-Hi, Nicola. -Hi.
-I have to ask something. -What?
-I need money. -Who doesn't?
Got any deals for me?
-You're serious? -Try me.
Didn't you want to be a singer?
It's not enough.
It's not enough…
Something easy's going down tonight, just to start.
Thank you, you won't be sorry.
Stay here, keep your eyes open.
-Ma'am, I didn't do anything. -Who are you?
I'm not doing anything.
-Ma'am! -My pill!
My pill!
Everything's okay, Ma'am.
-What the fuck are you doing? -She's not well.
So what? Are you an idiot?
Move!
Helping her wouldn't cost us, her pills are on the table.
You're too soft, dogs eat the soft.
You guys suck.
We do? Then walk home, get out, asshole!
Scram!
Ma'am?
Ma'am, take the medicine!
I'm leaving, go on with the lesson.
-Good day. -Goodbye.
And don't make me sorry.
-What, still feel the sting? -Yes.
-But not for what you think. -For what?
For the music.
-Don't toss your gift! -That again!
I learned from my father,
my brother plays too.
Everyone in my house plays.
Not like you.
-Some even better. -Not true.
-You feel music. -And so?
You could have a new life with music.
I like it this way.
I'll teach you to play music the way it's written.
To become a bastard like you?
D.O.?
Can I go to the bathroom?
-Come here! -What is it?
Come here!
You screwed Ciro, right?
The truth, did you screw Ciro?
You can jerk some people around, but not me.
Fucking thief!
Don't tell Ciro or I'll beat your brains in.
You bastard!
Tyson, be good now.
Wait here.
Don't move.
Hello?
Fabio!
Gemma, it's great to hear your voice.
I thought you'd stopped calling.
I'm sorry.
I miss you.
I didn't want to hurt you.
I know, me too sometimes, but you know…
I feel worse than you.
We just love each other too much, and love sometimes
makes us do what we don't want.
Me too…
I love you so much.
-What do you want? -Listen!
Whatever he says, he's playing with you.
Fuck off!
I know your story, that's not love.
What the shit do you know about love?
You're just a criminal.
I know your kind of love very well.
It's been in front of my eyes since I was born.
My mother's just like you.
She thinks she loves my father, although he beats her every day.
Is that love?
You have sad eyes.
Like my mother's.
And never call me a criminal again.
I'm just a jerk.
The light's up there, this is to call if you need something.
Don't get up or you'll get dizzy.
-Okay. -Clear?
Shit!
Serena?
I'm coming in.
Did you toss that shit?
Good.
What's the matter?
Filippo.
-I met him in the workshop. -Even after you made him look so bad?
He says I have talent, I have to go on.
He'll teach me if I want.
Sounds nice. What do you want to do?
I don't know, honey.
He sounded sincere.
When my father locked me up here, I hated him.
I thought he wanted to be free of me.
But he said it was to save my life.
Sometimes those who love us
know what's best for us.
Instead, my father wants to sell me.
My mom even defends him.
No one's ever worried about me.
-Stay still. -I don't like being in a wheelchair.
It's the rules. Think I like pushing you around like a king?
-Again? Stop! -I don't like this!
Drop them again and you'll be sorry.
I'm done, here are the keys.
Have a safe trip.
Let's go.
Private Bathroom
Is this okay? I'm doing it just for you.
You're a knockout!
Toto, done?
-Kitten! -They'll see us!
Who gives a shit! A kiss?
No.
I can't wait for the Awards, so we can meet outside here.
-I'll gobble you up. -They can see us.
Come to the Awards Ceremony.
D.O.?
Visitors.
-Gennaro, have you seen Dude? -He's right behind you.
-D.O. -You have visitors, too.
-How's Carmine? -Fine.
He'll do more tests and then be back.
I'll leave the cart and come.
-What do I do? -It's very simple.
Would you do it for your big brother?
Of course.
Your hair looks awful.
I know, it's creepy.
You're so pretty! Give me a kiss.
-How's Gennarino? -Fine.
He's always calm.
-Like an angel. -You're sure he's my son?
What's this poetry thing? You're a finalist.
-No big deal. -My son's a poet!
Are you going to the Award Ceremony?
They won't invite me, they know I'm no-good.
First they lead you on and then leave you in the lurch?
They just want to show that guys like me have a soul.
-Why, isn't it true? -Sure, it is.
How else could I write poems?
Who were you thinking of as you wrote?
Mom.
No, of you.
If not, then who?
-Can I hear it? -No, c'mon!
-C'mon! -Not up for it.
Let me hear it!
I want to hear it too.
"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".
That's it?
It's a poem, not a book.
-Nice. -Like it?
-A lot! -I'm glad.
You're ready for the Olympics.
But I don't feel good.
What do you feel?
-My head hurts. -The CAT scan doesn't show anything.
It hurts at the idea of returning to the Center
or it hurts and that's all?
It really hurts!
I'll keep you under observation for one more day,
if nothing comes up, you're going back.
Okay?
Take him back to the ward.
Give it to me.
-Anita. -Nina.
-A pleasure. -You're prettier than in the picture.
Thanks. Here's everything you'll need, and a new phone, give me yours.
What's it like to expect a baby?
Nice.
It'll all go fine, don't worry!
Those two have thought of everything.
Now let's get Carmine in the hospital.
We'll wait for him in the laundry area.
I'm glad you want to keep playing.
Play something for me?
Wait!
Go.
Food's good today.
Fantastic!
Filippo, sit down.
Play something together.
Please, Maestro.
But you have to learn to read these.
-Gennaro? -Yes?
All of you to Admin.
We'll be back in 5 minutes.
Are you playing or singing?
Playing.
I'm here, I'm not leaving. Go back to playing!
Now, all we do is wait.
-Hungry, now that you eat for two? -A little.
-Here. -Thank you.
Could you please call her?
I told you, I can't.
-She must be busy. -Impossible, she never misses.
-Next time, ask her. -Mom loves me too much.
Ciro, why me?
Take it to him, then lock yourself in.
Take my advice, don't think about it.
-Gennaro, everything okay? -Yes.
-Lino? -What is it?
-Lock my cell. -Why?
Just lock it, and no questions.
-I get it. -Make it fast.
Go.
Pino!
Come here, there's a package for you.
-What is it? -I don't know, but it's good.
Thanks.
Mom's meat sauce.
She's always thinking about me.
You piece of shit!
Shit man, come here!
Come here, I'll kill you!
Pino, calm down!
My dog!
Pino, what happened?
-My dog! -Take him away.
-What is it? -The toilet's plugged, I can't wait.
I need the bathroom!
Doctor, I'm busting!
-It's killing me, please. -This way.
Thank you!
-Where are you going? -The bathroom's plugged.
Go on.
-I'm dying, I can't take it anymore. -I heard you!
-I've had it, I can't take it anymore. -No, it's the doctors' bathroom.
I'll do it right here.
When do you go back to the Center? You're pissing me off!
Let me in?
Hurry!
What was that?
The kid was feeling sick.
-Think he fainted? -Let's see.
Things okay?
Open up, fast.
You let him in with the window open?
Nina!
Hi, darling!
My life!
-How are you? -Fine?
-Hi, Anita. -Your brother's a genius.
A genius.
I understand, keep me updated.
Hi, Paola.
Pino's in the infirmary, seems he's calmed down.
-What is it? -Carmine escaped.
-When? -They just realized it.
-I was wrong! -You have nothing to do with this.
I treated him like a son, it's my fault.
Now we have to find him.
He had to have someone's help.
I'd start in here.
Wait.
Lino, bring Dude to me.
On my way.
-Is he crazy? -You didn't know anything?
-No! -His head wound, his sudden illness…
-It's all true? -I know exactly what you do.
-I just gave first aid. -Didn't he say anything?
You're the best to know what's in his head.
-Okay? -You're wrong.
I have no idea what's in Carmine Di Salvo's head,
nor in any of the others here.
And I don't even want to know.
I see.
Lino, take him back.
Let's go.
You know the way.
No detours.
-What do you say? -He sounds truthful.
It's just a dumb prank.
Maybe he wanted to be with Nina.
He'll come back on his own. Carmine isn't the first or the last.
I'm not convinced.
Go on. Gennaro's waiting for you.
Help!
Subtitle translation by: Charlotte Lantery